Chapter Twenty-Two
Ice surrounded her. But something deep in the back of her mind told her to hold the ice closer even as she shivered. That the cold she was feeling was precious and not to be let go.
“Nola,” a voice whispered as the cold began to move away. “Nola, you’re shaking.” Lips brushed her forehead.
Nola’s eyes fluttered open, and Kieran was gazing down at her. She pulled herself closer to his chest, not looking away from his eyes. Their black was still rimmed in a thin band of gold-speckled green.
“I don’t mind the cold.” Nola traced her fingers along Kieran’s chin. A strong chin. A man’s chin. Bits of stubble caught on her fingers.
When did we become grownups? Did it happen before the world got this dark or after?
Kieran wrapped both arms around her, pulling her to his che
