CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BREA
“Loch, you’re shivering.” Brea crouched down at his side. Smoke from the pyres curled into the air, remnants of the people who once gave this village life. They burned the bodies hours ago, but now, as the sun disappeared behind ice-covered trees, Lochlan remained.
“Go away, Brea.” He sat on the snowy ground with his knees bent and shoulders hunched forward, watching the smoke drift through the dusk to cover the village in a thick cloud.
Had it really only been the day before she sat next to Lochlan in a mud bath and felt his lips on hers?
That moment and this one didn’t belong in the same world.
Lowering herself to the snow beside him, Brea focused on the breath releasing from her mouth in long streams of steam. She was no stranger to harsh winters, having grown
