The Snow Queen's Shadow

Curtana’s cruelty. Imagine Allesandria under the rule of a demon queen.”
    Noita’s hands shook. “I told Rose what could happen if this thing were to escape. With Snow’s power added to its own . . .”
    Talia retrieved her weapons. “What does the demon want?”
    “Fear. Chaos. Death.” Noita started to rise, but Danielle’s sword remained at her neck, keeping her in place. “This is a creature of hell, a torment meant for the damned. I saw Rose after she bound the demon. It touched her only briefly, but that one touch haunted her. She was never a kind woman, but the demon sapped any remaining joy from her soul.”
    Talia thought back to the last time she had seen Snow, at Whiteshore Palace. The demon had crushed the merriment from her eyes, carving away her happiness and leaving her hollow. How long would it take her to rebuild herself, once this demon was destroyed?
    Anger surged through her, and this time she didn’t fight. She gave herself to the wolf, shoving past Danielle to seize Noita by the throat. She hauled the witch to her feet. “These visions of the future. Did they show what I’ll do to you if you don’t help us?”
    Noita swallowed. “They didn’t show you at all. Only your friends. That cape of yours shields you from my visions.”
    The terror in Noita’s eyes almost made Talia pity her. Then she looked to the apple tree and thought of Snow. “If I can change what happened here, I can change the rest of it.” Her fingers tightened. The wolfskin gave her strength, and Noita was an old woman. It wouldn’t take much effort to snap her bones.
    “Talia.” Danielle caught her arm. “ Talia.”
    Noita’s fingers dug at Talia’s hands. She was wheezing, trying to force air past the slowly constricting grip on her neck.
    Talia took a deep, shuddering breath, and released her. The witch fell, gasping and holding her neck. “The spirit in this cape may not be as powerful as this demon, but there’s a very important difference. The wolf is here, right now. And it doesn’t like you very much.”
    “I know Rose cast her spell at the winter palace.” Noita’s face was pale. “I merely helped with the preparations. I never saw the summoning circle, but a circle that powerful would leave traces. It might still be there. A hidden room, maybe? Rose had many secrets, but your witch might be able to find it.”
    Gerta broke a rosebud from a vine and twirled it in her fingers. “I have a better idea. If your magic can show you visions of other times and places, perhaps it can show us what we need to see.”
    “Rose warded her secrets against scrying,” Noita protested.
    “But Rose is dead,” said Gerta. “With my magic added to yours, maybe we can finally get ahead of this demon.”

CHAPTER 12

    I N ANOTHER LIFETIME, SNOW MIGHT have found this fun.
    The stolen sleigh all but flew up the pass, steel runners scraping over ice and stone alike. Prince Jakob clung to her side. Frightened as he was of her, the prospect of skidding from the trail and tumbling down the mountain terrified him even more.
    Snow mentally lashed her ghost mounts to greater speed. She had killed the four reindeer at the height of their fear, fear which they carried into death. The reindeer’s spirits would never tire, but their fear gave them speed.
    “They’ll kill us both, you know.” Snow used magic to make her words carry over the sound of the sleigh. “If Lord Duino could, he’d rip us from the pass or pull the snow from above to crush us. His fear is such that he would happily murder an innocent child if it meant he would be safe from me.”
    Allesandria’s army was second to none in its magical capabilities, but an army was little use against a small, mobile enemy. Snow had once described her homeland as a relatively small nation. While Allesandria was many times the size of Lorindar, much of that land was sparsely populated, particularly the mountain ranges . . . meaning there were so many places to hide.
    How many hunters had Laurence deployed after Snow fought her way through his forces at the harbor? She could feel them searching for her, some scrying through crystals or pools, others watching through the eyes of the birds and other animals. But they had an entire nation to search, and mirror magic was particularly good for deflecting attention.
    “What do you say, Jakob? Should we let Duino’s hunters catch us? Let them kill us both with their magic? Or do we destroy them before they can