Stepping out of the chalet was like walking into a solid wall of ice.
The blizzard hadn't weakened; it had turned into a screaming, white-out monster. The wind howled through the Alpine pines, ripping the breath right out of Elara’s lungs. The stolen parka was heavy, but the cold still sliced through her jeans like razor blades.
Lucian didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hand, pulling her into the dense tree line away from the single road that led to the property.
"Step where I step!" he yelled over the roar of the wind, his voice barely audible. "The snow is too deep. Let me break the trail."
He moved like a snowplow, his massive thighs pushing through drifts that came up to Elara’s waist. He didn't seem to feel the cold, even though he was only wearing his torn sweatpants, boots, and the
