Kayla
Something warm and heavy across my midsection pulled me from sleep.
My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the bright sun streaming through the cabin windows. A light layer of frost had blossomed across the glass at some point during the night, casting tiny, colorful fractals onto the hardwood floors below. An untouched snow blanketed the ground outside, and the birds were singing in the trees.
The night had passed, and the guild hadn’t found the safehouse. The hardest part was over, it seemed.
But once again, that warm, weighty sensation pulled my focus. I looked down, and my breath hitched when I saw that Nicholas’s arm had draped over me in the middle of the night.
He was still sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm, so I took care
