Leon's POV
For some reason, the wind and the ice were getting colder by the minute—so cold it felt like the air was creeping under my clothes and sinking into my bones. It wasn't just normal winter chill either. It was the kind that pricked at my skin like thousands of tiny blades, the kind that made you exhale and see your breath swirling around your face like smoke from a dying torch. The sky overhead, which had been a weak pale blue earlier, was now swallowed by a blanket of thick gray clouds, sprawling across the horizon like a massive bruise. The whole place looked dimmer, almost like someone twisted the brightness knob of the world and dragged it way too far down.
"It looks like there will be a coming snowstorm," Amon said, her tone flat but her eyes narrowing with that quiet alertness she always had.
