STORMY
When Stormy opened her eyes, she was back in the cabin next to the roaring fire. This did not feel like the same warm, soft place where she had awakened only a few short hours before. Now it felt like a cold, icy prison.
She was shivering violently under piles of blankets. Trigg was nearby, stoking the fire. She could hear the whistle of the old-fashioned kettle.
“Trigg,” she whispered, her throat torn and feeling like it was full of sharp ice shards. He turned straight away, his magnificent, magical eyes locking onto her face.
“Stormy,” he cried, hurrying to her side. He took her in his arms and rubbed her back through the blankets. She could feel the warmth of him like a burning ember, but she could not stop shaking.
“I thought I lost you,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Yo
