Chapter Twenty-Two
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CrimsonI had thought Aurora to be a miracle of nature in her grace, poise, perfection, but Grella was something else. Containing the Nordic prince was akin to bottling the wind. He was a beast uncaged, a force unparalleled. Grella moved as though unburdened by conditions, racing along within a separate reality, a space in time where he and the elements were one. The snowflakes that bombarded my frame fell by the wayside before he, unable to lay a single, cold touch upon him. I trailed that man in both awe and respect basking in the subtle scent of lavender that emanated from his person. If I'd been Nordic by birth, I should have served him to the end of eternity without question or complaint. But I wasn't Nordic, and I served no man.
Aurora ran beside Grella an al
