WINTER
“Winter.” Loran’s voice rang out just as my feet carried me toward the man.
He was ready to drag me away but then the man lifted a hand, an unspoken command for him to stop. His other gesture dismissed Loran entirely and soon, I heard the fading retreat of his footsteps, leaving the two of us alone.
“You, I remember you now. We met at the bar before,” I said, the recognition dawning on me. “So that means this is the second time you’ve saved me.”
Now that my head was clear and I was no longer teetering on the edge of consciousness, my memory sharpened. I could recall every detail of what happened that night.
Who would have thought fate would cross our paths again?
He didn’t reply. His face was flat and I thought I caught the faintest flicker of displeasure at finding me still h
