Page 29 of Frostforge: Passage Four
Kaine's eyes remained fixed on the boathouse."That's not what I meant."
Heat crept up Thalia's neck despite the biting cold.She was grateful for the darkness that hid the flush spreading across her cheeks.
"He's a friend," she began, the words feeling inadequate even as they left her lips.
"A friend," Kaine echoed, cutting her off before she could elaborate.He shifted slightly, leaning closer.The scent of forge-smoke and pine that clung to him filled her senses."Have you heard the rumors about him?"
Thalia tensed, the back of her neck prickling with sudden unease.This wasn't idle curiosity.There was weight behind Kaine's question, something urgent and demanding beneath his measured tone.Did he suspect Roran’s heritage?Was he looking for evidence, intending to root out a traitor?
"It's impossible not to hear them," she replied, her voice steady despite the quickening of her pulse."They've followed him since our first year.Whispers that never quite die out."
The rumors about Roran being an Isle Warden spy had started as vicious Northern jabs, fueled by prejudice against his Southern origins and his natural affinity for water and maritime skills.But what had begun as malicious gossip had gained an unexpected edge of truth when Thalia discovered Roran's secret heritage – blood that linked him to the very enemies Frostforge trained its students to fight.
"I know you two are close," Kaine persisted, his voice dropping even lower."Closer than most."He paused, seeming to weigh his next words."Do you think there's any truth to it?Do you suspect him?"
The question hung between them, sharp as an ice-bronze blade.Thalia's throat tightened, her mind racing.What was Kaine really asking?Was this concern for her safety, or was there something more calculated beneath his inquiry?She thought of Roran's storm magic – power that spoke of Isle Warden lineage as clearly as if it had been written in his blood.Power that Kaine might have glimpsed that day in the forge when lightning had arced between Roran's fingers.
"I—" she started, still unsure what to say.The truth would betray Roran's trust.A lie would betray her own integrity.
A soft crunch interrupted her – the unmistakable sound of a boot against frost-hardened ground.
Kaine's head snapped toward the noise, body instantly alert.Thalia followed his gaze, eyes narrowed as she peered through the darkness.For a moment, there was nothing.Then – movement.A shadow separated from the deeper darkness beside the boathouse door.
"There," Kaine breathed, his warm exhale brushing her cheek.
The figure was dressed in dark clothing, face obscured, body hunched as they worked at the boathouse lock.Moonlight glinted off something metallic in their hand – a tool or weapon, Thalia couldn't tell.
Without speaking, Kaine signaled their approach – a subtle gesture toward the path that would keep them hidden until the last possible moment.Thalia nodded, and they moved in silent synchrony, slipping from their rocky shelter with practiced stealth.The wind off the fjord had picked up slightly, masking the soft sounds of their advance.
They'd closed half the distance when the figure's posture changed – a sudden stiffening that told Thalia they'd been spotted.The intruder abandoned their attempt on the lock, pivoting sharply away from the boathouse and breaking into a sprint toward the tree line.
"Go!"Kaine hissed, and they gave chase.
Thalia's legs burned as she pushed herself across the open ground, boots finding purchase on the frozen earth.Ahead, the figure darted between the first stand of pines, a fleeting shadow against the skeletal trunks.She caught glimpses – a dark cloak flapping, the flash of a belt buckle, boots that seemed to know exactly where to land on the treacherous ground.
She followed the intruder into the forest, ducking beneath low-hanging branches that clawed at her face and snagged her cloak.The cold air seared her lungs with each desperate breath, sharp and painful.Behind her, Kaine's footsteps pounded in pursuit, but Thalia kept her focus forward, refusing to lose sight of their quarry.
The forest floor was a maze of exposed roots and half-buried rocks, treacherous in the dappled moonlight that filtered through the canopy.Thalia nearly lost her footing twice, her momentum carrying her forward even as her boots slid on patches of frost.The gap between her and the fleeing figure widened by inches with each stride.
"Cut left!"Kaine called from behind her."Head them off at the ravine!"
Thalia veered left, pushing through a thicket of young pines.Branches whipped across her face, stinging her cheeks and leaving wet streaks of melted frost on her skin.She emerged onto a narrow game trail and accelerated, legs pumping as she raced parallel to the intruder's path.If she could reach the ravine first—
The forest opened abruptly into a small clearing, and Thalia skidded to a stop.The intruder was gone.She spun in place, searching the treeline, listening for the sounds of flight.Nothing but the soft whisper of wind through branches and her own labored breathing.
Kaine burst from the trees a moment later, chest heaving."Where —"
"Lost them," Thalia panted, frustration burning in her throat."They must have doubled back or found a path I couldn't see."
Kaine swore, the word hanging visible in the cold air before dissipating.He scanned the clearing, eyes narrowed, then examined the ground where they stood."No tracks deep enough to follow.Too much frost and stone."
They stood in silence for a moment, listening to the forest, but whatever — whatever they'd been chasing had vanished as completely as morning mist under a hot sun.
"Come on," Kaine said finally, resting a hand briefly on her shoulder."Let's check the boathouse."
The return journey was slower, their earlier urgency replaced by watchfulness.Every shadow might conceal its quarry, every sound might signal an ambush.But the forest remained stubbornly silent, offering no clues to the intruder's identity or whereabouts.
The boathouse stood untouched when they reached it, its wooden door still secured with the heavy iron lock.Kaine examined it closely, fingers tracing the metal mechanism.
