Grace
The snow clung to his shoulders, catching in his dark hair, glittering pale in the moonlight. Kaleb stood like a shadow carved from the night itself, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that rooted her to the spot. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t breathe—not in any way she could see. He was stillness incarnate, like the forest itself had shaped him from its silence.
“You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said again, his voice low, sharp, carrying the weight of something more than anger. It was warning. It was grief.
Grace’s throat closed. A dozen replies tangled in her chest, but only one clawed free. “Then tell me why.”
His jaw flexed. “Why what?”
Her hands shook as she pulled her coat tighter, the cold biting through the wool like it had teeth. “Why you go out there. Wh
