Ruby’s POV
The wind picked up around midnight.
It wasn’t the kind of wind that whistled past politely,it came in waves, sharp and bitter, like it wanted in. The walls creaked as it leaned against them, testing the wood and windows like a living thing.
Carter had been right. A storm was coming.
He moved around the cabin in that quiet, purposeful way he always did when something needed fixing. It was hard not to watch him. The way his shoulders tensed when the wind howled. The way his hand lingered too long on the lock after sliding it into place. Like he was expecting something worse than weather.
I didn’t ask.
I didn’t need to.
I stayed on the couch, knees drawn up, shoulders wrapped in one of the cabin’s scratchy wool blankets. I was warm, mostly. The fire was still going. But some
