Eden's POV.
The snow fell so thick it felt like the world was trying to bury us alive.
I stood at the cabin window, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching the flakes swirl against the glass. The storm had started yesterday afternoon and showed no signs of stopping. Power had gone out hours ago, the only light came from the fireplace and a few emergency candles flickering on the mantel.
This was supposed to be a quiet week at the family cabin to sort through Dad and Mom’s things after the funeral. Instead, it had turned into a nightmare of isolation… and him.
Kane... My stepbrother.
He was in the kitchen behind me, chopping wood he’d dragged in from the porch. The rhythmic thunk of the axe against the block sent little jolts through my body every time it landed. I didn’t need
