Chapter 22 The Blizzard’s Teeth

"Nyra! Give me your hand!"

Lucien's voice cut through the roaring wind, sounding like a muffled shout right beside me. The blizzard was so thick I could not see two feet ahead of my face. White snow spun around us in wild circles, hitting my eyes like tiny needles. The sound of the storm was deafen...

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