Elementals: Ice Wolves

the same curly black hair and the same medium brown skin, but somewhere like Holbard, where people came from every place there was, that was no reason to think they were related. And everything else was so different about them that they looked nothing like twins. Anders spotted a woman with her head craned back, staring up at the sky nervously. The rumors about dragons were everywhere. Her expression was distracted, and her clothes looked expensive, which might mean good pickings. He bumped his shoulder against Rayna’s, nodding in the woman’s direction. Rayna stopped to f iddle with the buttons on her coat, looking over his target from beneath her lashes. Then she shook her head, just a fraction. “Zips,” she murmured. Anders shuff led a step to his left, taking a surreptitious look at the woman’s pockets. He sucked in a quick breath. No wonder she was so absentminded; she had no need to worry about her pockets at all. They were lined with chunky metal zips, and hanging from each zipper was a small metal charm, engraved with a pair of runes.

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