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ChapterTwenty-Five
SUNDAY
“That bastard betrayed us,” Noah growled, eyes scanning the horizon.
“You don’t know that,” I said, pushing myself up.
Kingston gestured to the veritable forest stretching out in every direction. “Don’t we? Where the fuck even are we?”
“Novasgard?” I shrugged as he brushed snow out of my hair.
Noah wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. “Yes, butwherein Novasgard? All I see are bloody trees and stars. I can’t get the scent of anything other than snow. We may be supernatural beings, but we’re still made of flesh and blood. We can freeze.”
“Probably exactly what he wanted. Send us out here to die.” Kingston stroked his palm over my mark, the contact warming me despite the bitter cold.
Panic had my heart thundering, but I refused to allow myself to believe Tor had set us up. He’d been way too earnest about Alek needing to know what was going on. His intentions had been pure. Getting left behind had been an accident. I was sure of it... mostly.
“Stop it. You know that isn’t what happened. Things went sideways, but the plan is the same. We need to find the town and speak to Nord. We can’t be that far away.”
“Okay, but are we just supposed to spin in a circle and walk in a random direction? I’m not picking up the trace of anything either. Not even a fucking bear.”
“They hibernate, so you probably wouldn’t,” Noah pointed out.
Kingston glared at him, clearly unamused. “Helpful.”
“I do try.”
“Well you’re failing, so stop it.”
“Okay, boys, as much as I love listening to the two of you argue, we need to move. There could be any kind of creature out here. Not just bears. We’re not in Kansas anymore.”
“Kansas? Dove, we weren’t—”
“How sheltered were you as a child?” Kingston cocked a brow as he assessed Noah. “The Wizard of Oz is a classic.”
“I had better things to do with my time than waste it on idle pursuits.”
“Culture is not an idle pursuit.”
Noah raised a mocking brow, mimicking Kingston’s pose. “Well what good is that movie of yours right now, hm? Did it teach you any useful survival skills?”
“Well, I wouldn’t turn down a yellow brick road right now. Even some flying monkeys would be nice.”
“Too bad I don’t have any ruby slippers.”
Kingston smirked. “I’d like to see you in pigtails, baby. I can imagine it now. Two handlebars for me to tug on.”
“What the bloody hell are you two going on about?” Noah asked, frowning. He looked thoroughly put out, hating that he didn’t understand our references.
“We’ll have a movie night when we get home,” I promised. “It’ll all make sense.”
“Especially the pigtails,” Kingston said, tossing him a wink. “I have a feeling you’ll be way into some Dorothy-Scarecrow role play.”
“What?” Noah muttered.
I shook my head at Kingston, picking up on his unspoken insult that Noah was the brainless one. He just grinned at me.
“Tell me I’m wrong. Clearly Alek would be the lion, and I’m the tin man.”
