“I never expected to love the snow as much as I do.” Doris said aloud to herself as she glanced up the snow dusted window. She knew Enzo was long gone, but she couldn’t help but hope he would come back around to reassure her everything would be alright. He didn’t look entirely convinced that the rogues would fall through on their promises and she hadn’t slept for more than a few minutes at a time since she’d came.

There was still two days before they’d take her to the church to exchange her life for a recipe. She hated the idea that her life was once again out of...