I looked up at the dark sky, clutching the shawl closer to my frame. Even though the shawl provided minimal warmth, it warmed my heart way better than any coat or jacket. I breathed in the sweet scent of earth and my insides trembled for the touch that I was yearning for days now. Fifteen days. It's been fifteen days since we last met and it felt like fifteen births.
Bella. The echo of Neron's voice rang deep within me and my stances bowed down for my Lord that seemed too busy in conquering the evil.
My feet sunk in the cold and wet soil. My back pressed against the tree. Sometimes I felt I belonged more to the nature than to my race. I gulped when a wave of wind hit my already quivering body. I quivered more by his thought than the coldness that engulfed me.
"Feeling cold, my Bella?
