“If I could kill you, I would. But I’ll settle for beating you up instead."
“Shut up, Mason.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up! This could have been avoided if he had informed her not to report as a slave anymore.”
“It’s your own fault! You should have explained things more clearly to her!”
“Both of you shut up and get the damn door open!”
Sounds slowly penetrated my ears when the arguing died down. I could hear the howling wind more clearly and the raindrops hitting whatever roof we stood under.
I was resting against someone’s solid chest.
Our clothes were soaked, and the cold was seeping into my bones. I couldn’t feel my hands or feet.
“Get her inside,” Lucas ordered. “I’ll start the fire.” And Lucas was married to her.
Opening my eyes, I stared up at the face above my own. Nate was fo
