Irina stood at the doorway and stretched. The fresh air she breathed into her lungs made the fatigue from the nightmare she experienced the night before go away.

The wooden pillar that Curtis had crushed last night had been set up again. It had clearly been replaced as the wood was very fresh. Damien and Curtis hadn’t paid any attention, so it must have been Winston who replaced the pillar.

Irina looked at Winston and said, “Thank you, Winston.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Winston glanced at her. He grabbed the stone basin and walked to the side of the house, then picked out clean pieces of ice from the mountain of...