Chapter 27
Cinder didn’t run far. Everyone knew the woods was not a place to trifle with, even if it was close to town. If the wild fairies didn’t get you, there were plenty of other creatures that would. And that was on a night without a full-moon hunt.
So she stayed along the edge of the woods and watched Dante. He stood under the light of the moon, his broad shoulders cutting a darker shadow against the night. He seemed to be looking at the place where she’d disappeared into the forest.
“Who are you?” Frost puffed out of his mouth as he spoke, lit by the moon.
The wind carried his quiet words to her ears. Cinder didn’t answer and didn’t move.
Dante finally turned and walked back to his horse. She watched his riding figure disappear into the distance.
Her heart raced as she ran the
