~Snow~
Storm, who had been walking a few steps ahead of me, stopped the moment my question left my mouth. He turned, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the snow, and the look in his eyes… it wasn’t fear, but something close. A quiet battle behind his gaze, like the words he wanted to say were too heavy to lift.
His breath steamed the air between us before drifting upward. Then his gaze dropped to my bandaged arm.
“How’s the healing?” he asked.
“Better.” I replied quickly, not wanting a change of subject. He was dodging and we both knew it.
He nodded once. “You should rest, Snow. Yuri told me you’ve been working since morning. And that you skipped breakfast.”
Only then did I register the hollow feeling in my stomach. But hunger didn’t matter—not when he was trying to run from
