Chapter 145

We stand outside the circle, waiting for only Kane knows what. He was right, it is bitterly cold tonight, and after twenty minutes of just standing around, my teeth are chattering and my hands have gone numb. “I told you to get proper winter clothes,” Kane says as he shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. “Look at you. You’re frozen solid.”

“T-t-t-t-tuh-ake back your d-d-d-d-du-ham juh-juh-hacket,” I manage to stutter out through my cold-clenched jaw.

“Just because you’re angry at me, doesn’t mean you have to freeze to death.”

He cups my hands in his and blows warm air onto the solid blocks of ice that used to be my fingers, before vigorously rubbing them back to life. I’m too cold to argue with him. “There, isn’t that better?”

“Yes,” I admit, albeit begrudgingly. “Aren’t you cold?”

“No.”

“Can we shift yet?” I ask hopefully, knowing Suri is much better equipped to handle the sudden drop in temperatures than I am.

“Not yet.”

“What are we waiting for?”

He points to so