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It’s notcomfortable to sleep in a tiny igloo.

Last night we had been up late as the moon shone into the igloo, illuminating our faces as we talked. We shared sweet kisses and talked about nothing in particular.

“Nathan,” I had murmured, laying down on my side, my head propped up on my arm as my eyelids grew heavy. “Don’t melt the igloo again.”

He had laughed, his hand brushing away a stray hair off my cheek, before he lay down across from me, not touching me at all. “I promise, I’ll keep it under control.”

My lips had tilted up as I drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next thing I know, the sun is shining into the small structure, the sound of chirping birds pulling me out of my slumber as I moan. “I don’t want to wake up,” I mumble, pressing my cheek into the warm pillow. It's soft, and the fleece is smooth under my touch.

Wait.

What pillow?

My eyes fly open. My vision is filled with red and black stripes as I realize that sometime over the night, I crawled over and tucked myself against Nathan, using his body as my own personal heater. A heavy weight rests on my back, and I lift my head to see that he pulled me tight against him as we slept.

My cheeks flush, embarrassment flooding through me as I pull away from him, intent on crawling away while he sleeps. Before I get more than two inches away, his arm flies up and brings me to him. His eyes flutter open as he presses a quick kiss to my forehead.

“Good morning, Elva,” he whispers, his voice still raspy from sleep.

“Morning, Nathan.” My lips tilt up as I take in his gaze, his eyes dark with desire. " I’m glad to see you didn’t melt our igloo overnight.”

He grins and wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m willing to try again if you are.”

“As much as I’d like that,” I say as blood rushes to my face, “I really have to... step outside for a moment.”

Seeming to catch my drift, he releases his grip on me and helps me up. “Oh, of course. Please, go right ahead.”

Once I’ve taken care of my morning routine, I stand up and stretch. It’s a beautiful day. The blue sky is clear, and the sun is already shining.

Just as I’m about to go back into the igloo, I hear voices coming from not far away. They’re faint, but I picked this spot because it was secluded and no one should be near.

“Nathan,” I whisper. “Come here.”

He hurries out of the igloo, a fireball in his hand as he pops out of the tunnel. I glance at it, raising a brow. “What is that for?”

“Just in case,” he says before extinguishing the fireball.

“You might need it yet,” I say, sighing. “I think we’re in trouble.”

His eyes widen as he goes into a fighting stance. I would have found it attractive if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation. Nathan stops moving, his hair blowing in the light breeze as he goes preternaturally still, listening. I can almost feel him spreading out his magic, trying to hear what I did.

Seconds tick by into minutes, but still he doesn’t move.

Finally, he looks at me. “Someone’s coming,” he breathes, eyes wide. “We need to go, Elva, now.”

Chapter25

Crimson Liquid Stains The Snow

NATHANIEL

Training at the gym has made me strong, but having muscles doesn’t mean I have automatically become a warrior. I try to remember some things I’d seen other people doing in action movies.

Core tight, legs shoulder-length apart, elbows bent.

Yeah, I think that’s right.

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