Chapter 22
Adam POV The bite of the twenty-five-degree air was exactly what I needed. I swung the axe with a rhythmic, punishing force, the blade sinking into the cedar with a satisfying thwack that echoed through the frozen valley. The cold didn't bother my physiology; my internal temperature was naturally higher than a human's, and the exertion of the work sent a plume of steam rising off my bare shoulders. I was trying to kill the heat. Not the temperature of the air, but the burning, unfamiliar sensation that had been radiating through my core every time I was near Aurora. Ever since I’d cleaned her wounds and felt the softness of her skin against my palms, my biological directives had been in a state of total interference. I was a Nova-hybrid—a being designed for the cold, calculated observa
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