Willow.
It was cold. Not the kind of cold I’d trained through and not the wind slapping and muscle burning cold that you could sweat through and ignore. This one was slow and f*****g creeping. The kind that got under your skin, soaked through your bones and stayed there.
I was lying flat on the thin mat with the thin ass blanket pulled up to my neck trying to pretend like I wasn’t freezing but I was and it sucked.
My fingers curled tight around the edge of the blanket like it would help seal in whatever dying warmth I had left but it didn’t. My toes felt like stones and my jaw had gone stiff from how tight I was holding it shut refusing to let a single shiver slip.
But it still happened just one. Just a tremor that went from my shoulders to my spine fast and sharp. s**t. I knew he no
