The cold wind cut through Aria’s thin dress. She hunched her shoulders as a small shiver ran through her body. Her teeth began to chatter softly in the growing cold. The warmth of the restaurant felt far away now that they were outside, leaving her exposed to the freezing air.
Zane watched her closely. He saw the goosebumps on her pale arms and the faint bluish color of her lips. A low, silent growl rose in his chest. Without a word, he took off his heavy wool jacket, still warm from his body, and placed it around her shoulders. The thick fabric covered her almost completely, making her look even smaller inside it.
“We should leave now. It’s getting cold,” Zane’s voice, a deep murmur, cut through the wind. His large hand cupped her cheek. He stroked the curve of her jaw, a futile attempt
