"Drink this. It's getting cold."

With a nod, I bought the hot cup to my lips, taking a long sip; the hot liquid almost burned my tongue. I welcomed the pain with open arms, barely flinches as it hopped to the roof of my mouth, sliding down my throat. The grip around the cup tightened as I thought about the last winter. My family was around me, and I made them hot chocolate.

"Thanks, Beth"

She cleared her throat. "Luna, it is my duty to look after everyone. You don't have to thank me."

"I do." My lips twitched, turning around to meet her eyes. "Even though it's your duty,...