55 Snow
Vin felt like she had been punched in the stomach. All the times Aleric had been harsh with her, the times he pushed her, and used her… and still, she could never imagine him dying or even wishing death upon him. Sure, she hated him. But she wanted freedom -not death and suffering.
She thought the news of his death - his murder - would make her happy. She could be free. The feeling of his absence and control was felt in the chaos and violence that oozed from the villa.
Kye darted from the open trails and cut through the thick overbrush of trees covering them from view. He darted through the forest and they ran for what felt like half the day until he slowed.
Kye’s pace eased as his paws touched the snow.
Snow. Vin had never seen snow so fluffy. It has always been icy slush
