Varg POV
I sat on the chair, spreading my arms over the armrests, as I stared at her. Her eyes met mine, wide and fearful, but that fear quickly shifted into something else, something unreadable. I knew she would have died from the cold if I hadn’t found her, yet the question gnawed at me: what was she doing alone in the woods during such a storm? What game was she and Lucian playing? The urge to ask tugged at me, but I reminded myself that it wasn’t my business, not unless it affected me directly.
She pulled herself up, not quite sitting but clutching the blanket tightly around her shoulders, shivering. I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else, but the way she looked at me with those deep red eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, sent a strange pang through my c
