Alpha Farrell’s Pov
I stood by her side as she danced in the grass. A smile on her face as she twirled around.
“Is it always cool in this place?” She asked as she stretched her hands to the incoming wind. It blew her hair across the place with the sound of her laughter carried along with it.
“You don’t want to meet with the winter,” I said as I followed behind her like her bodyguard. My hands behind my back; I listened for any sudden movement. I had taken the last time they found her as both strokes of fortune and misfortune for both men.
“There is a heating system. It can’t be that bad,” she said as she walked to a hedge of flowers, plucking a sunflower from its stem.
“You are right,” I answered with a little chuckle. Technology has grown so fast in the past twenty years that I fe
