Chapter FifteenAlaric slipped up behind Mason as he stared out the window at the snow accumulating in the canyon. It had been snowing for days and it showed no signs of stopping. He let his hands slide around Mason's waist, walking closer rather than pulling him back. Mason responded by rubbing his hands over Alaric's and guiding them around to embrace him fully.
“What's going on in that head?” Alaric asked, leaning in to rest his chin on Mason's shoulder. “You've been quiet all day.”
Mason nodded slightly, drawing in a deep breath and letting it go slowly. “Not thinking. Just watching the snow.”
Alaric kissed his cheek. He could tell Mason was worrying, and the tumble of thoughts covered far too many things for someone as young as Mason to be thinking. He was burdened with the need to
