The evening atmosphere was as cold as it was eerie, almost as if the vibrancy of the town was what kept it warm. But now that the people had retreated to their homes and would not set a single foot past their doors or even crack a small smile, there was no warmth to be experienced anywhere. There was no warmth to be felt anywhere.
"Stay in the carriage," was Dante's order to Rosalie the moment she thought to stand up when the horses came to a halt. They had already left the town walls and had stopped on the side of the path that led through the forest and out into the rest of the world. Dante opened the carriage door and stepped outside, closing it and leaving Rosalie alone in it.
She sighed and looked down at her quivering hands. Dante was more protective over her than he had been befor
