Chapter 93

Maxwell POV

I angle myself so we go down the mountain rather than up. From what I can tell, we are close to the Castle, maybe an hour or two hike away from it.

I don't necessarily want to get close to it, but I know I can’t leave the mountain without Jordan.

“That's rather tragic.

Tell you what, if we make it off this mountain alive, we can do a Star Wars movie-thon.

It’ll probably take a few days to watch them all, though,” I warn as I start walking again, ignoring the snow making its way into my boots and how my toes are going numb.

“Oh, we will,” Valen mutters, his step wavering for a moment, tugging on my arm as he sways to the side and sinking an inch or two in the snow before he rights himself, and we keep walking.

I can’t help but smirk as he regains his lithe footing along the top of the snow. Squinting, I strain my eyes for a place we can shelter in, and smile when I see a marker near a tree in front of me.

It’s similar to the markers used during the relay race the Senior