Grayson POV
He found the fireplace and, thankfully, there was wood stacked up nearby. He quickly got to work, kneeling by the stone hearth, his broad shoulders hunched as he worked to light the fireplace. The crackle of wood finally caught, and warm, golden light began to spread across the room, chasing away the cold shadows.
He straightened, brushing his hands off, and turned to Vivienne. She stood near the window, her arms still wrapped around herself as if she were bracing against something far colder than the storm outside.
“Better?” he asked, his voice quieter now, less certain.
Vivienne’s gaze didn’t meet his. She stared into the flickering flames, her jaw tight. For a long moment, the only sound was the wind howling against the cabin’s walls.
Then she spoke, her voice barely ab
