Chapter 4
This time Caspian’s magic trick spilled us into a narrow alleyway. It was dark, the sky as black as pitch, and the snow fell heavily to join the already heaping piles at our feet.
In a few short hours, I’d nearly forgotten how cold it had been. I blew into my cupped palms, trying to conjure up some warmth, and for the first time I thought about the coat I’d left behind when we’d magicked out of the club.
Caspian wasn’t dressed any warmer than I was, but he didn’t seem bothered by the cold. Maybe he was used to jumping between seasons.
“Here.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, encouraging me to wrap mine around his waist. “It’s just around the corner.”
We walked out of the alley, leaning against each other, and I could smell the cologne Adam had shown me the morning befo
