Her cheek still in the rough grass, she smiled at him. “One of Clan Liath should know better. You cannot kill the winter. At least, not for long.”
His heart thudded in his chest, and something cold and all too familiar hit his cheek.
Snow.
Her cheek still in the rough grass, she smiled at him. “One of Clan Liath should know better. You cannot kill the winter. At least, not for long.”
His heart thudded in his chest, and something cold and all too familiar hit his cheek.
Snow.