Grim clicked his tongue and shook his head. “No, you won’t. Not yet.” He passed me a cup of something hot and steaming. “Drink this. The cold should keep you too weak to use your fire, but you’ll be able to generate just enough heat to keep yourself alive.”
“Why? If you kill me now, Skoll will be out of luck, Helen’s plan will… Oh, I see. Helen is the whole point of this. Right? I’m Helen bait.”
Grim nodded. “Surtalogi is one of the few things that can defeat her, and her death is long overdue.”
“What happened to Val?”
“Last I saw, he was broken in two, lying at the bottom of Mineral Lake.”
“Dead?”
“Probably not, but he’ll be useless for a while.”
“Skyla?”
“That new Valkyrie bitch? She’s out of luck. Brave, fierce, but still ultimately no help to you.” Grim shifted and moved away, taking the tiny bit of lantern heat with him. “Drink that syrup and go back to sleep.” He moved farther away. “It’s the only escape that will offer you any comfort.”
“Wait,” I said.
Grim paused. He didn’t turn around, but his stillness indicated he was listening.
“Are you working with Rolf Lockhart?”
“Lockhart?” Grim asked, his back still to me. “Never heard of him.”
With that, he disappeared into the darkness. I tried getting to my feet, but my legs refused to cooperate, and the shivering took over so that I could barely move at all. After sucking down the contents of the cup—sweet, warm, and thick—I reached into my wellspring of fire and found a sorry dribble of energy. I brought it to the surface, and the faintest light glowed from my skin, like foxfire generated by the honey fungus on dying trees.
Mani had taught me those kinds of things when we went camping as kids. He was such a Boy Scout. I closed my eyes and revisited the camping trip with Mani when he’d first showed me the foxfire, little mushroom bundles growing on decaying trees. From a distance, their glow looked like the eyes of enchanted creatures watching us from the forest shadows. I wanted to pick them and take them home. Mani wouldn’t let me.
“They won’t glow if you pick them,” he said. “They’ll die, and their lights will go out.”
I snagged an apple from a low-hanging branch and ate it as I toured the remains of the house. Ash, charcoal, and a pile of heavy rocks littered the floor and surrounding yard, but little else remained. No knickknacks or personal items, no crockery or furnishings. When I finished my apple, I tossed the core out the window frame and thought no more of it. But when I returned to the yard minutes later, a ring of fine, green grass had sprung up around the apple core. Hmm?
Curiosity piqued, I crouched over the apple core and poked it, pushing it beyond the perimeter of the grass circle. The grass remained, not drying and curling into brown straw or disappearing as magically as it had appeared. Although I doubted my idea’s effectiveness, I collected the apple core, picked out the seeds, pawed a hole at the center of the grass patch, and buried the seeds.
Nothing happened. I held my hand against the mound. Still nothing. I sighed, sank down on the ground, and waited for whatever would come next.
“The wolf, Hati, he’s dead?” Grim asked. “You killed him?”
I nodded. Talking depleted my energy, and I needed every drop to stave off the cold. Grim had woken me to feed me another cup of syrupy energy goop and had started his inquisition, testing my knowledge of Helen and Thorin. That cave, all darkness and numbing cold, sucked away all concept of time and place. Had I been there for hours, or days? It felt like years.
“B-burned him to ash,” I said through chattering teeth.
“And what of Skoll?”
“B-burned, too.” I summarized our fight with Skoll in the desert but avoided mentioning Thorin’s use of the hammer.
“But he survived.”
I nodded.
“You haven’t seen either of them, Helen or Skoll, since?”
I shook my head. “Came straight to the Aerie.”
“Looking for the sword?”
Nod.
“Where is my brother?”
Shrug.
“Why did he leave you unprotected?”
“V-Val—” I started.
Grim barked a sharp laugh. “He’s sunk so far into humanity he’s forgotten himself. He’s no threat to me, and he’s a poor guardian for a daughter of Sol.”
“Solina.”
“What?”
“My n-name is Solina.”
