Leo
Even blanketed in invisible fire, it’s still uncomfortably cold when I wake, stiff and sore from leaning against the wooden banisters along the old farmhouse’s wraparound porch all night. Tipping my head, first left, then right, I crack my neck and glance down into the farmland and Darby’s grove.
Only to find it empty.
There’s a light dusting of snow, but no tracks in it. f**k. Some protector you are. She had to have walked right past you.
I dissolve into sylphide form, dashing towards the packhouse, hoping to encounter Darby or some sign of her along the way, but there’s nothing. Even the packhouse is still asleep when I open the door and step inside, shivering as the warmth seeps into me.
But an icy chill settles around my heart. Darby isn’t here. Neither is Tessa. Not anywh
