Chapter 27Niagara Falls was so cold. Violet was convinced it was somehow ten times worse on the other side of the border. Was this a trick? She spent ten minutes of her Canadian morning warming up her car for the drive; she stopped at least twice to knock down some coffee when her car heater and gloves didn’t cut it. And just when she’d maintained some sort of homeostasis, she parked in the New York lot and was stuck by a wind that made her eyes water when she stepped outside.
“Fuck.” She closed the car door. She stayed inside for another minute. She grabbed her phone and considered cancelling, but soon saw Lucien arrive in his own car. He stepped out with a long black coat around his body, one that stopped at his knees, with nice thick buttons that seemed super expensive. His face was fi
