Vane stood motionless on the upper gantry, his breath misting in the freezing air. The figure he had spotted was indeed Isole Sylvaris, but she was not standing in contemplation. She was standing in the eye of a hurricane.
Opposite her, walking across the frosted metal with the casual gait of a predator, was Ashe.
Vane felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Ashe was the First Year Special Admission Rank 4. The girl who sat in the back of the classroom with eyes like spilled blood and horns that crowned her silver hair. The Academy called her the Princess of War. Looking at her now, Vane understood why.
