“How long is the weather expected to continue like this?” Razor asked in frustration.
He stared out at the thick sheets of rain mixed with sleet. An Arctic blast from Canada had intensified unexpectedly and was sweeping through the area. Several feet of early winter snow was expected. Right now, he could barely see a few meters outside the window.
He ran his hand through his hair in aggravation. He had been fifteen minutes late to the meeting he had ordered. It had taken every ounce of his self-discipline to pull himself out of Kali’s arms and get dressed. His plans to return to Rathon in a fortnight were quickly beginning to look less and less likely to happen.
“Four, possibly five days,” Cutter responded grimly looking out of the window with a worried frown. “This is going to put an i
