Varg POV

I sat on the chair, spreading my arms over the armrests, as I stared at her. Her eyes met mine, wide and fearful, but that fear quickly shifted into something else, something unreadable. I knew she would have died from the cold if I hadn’t found her, yet the question gnawed at me: what was she doing alone in the woods during such a storm? What game was she and Lucian playing? The urge to ask tugged at me, but I reminded myself that it wasn’t my business, not unless it affected me directly.

She pulled herself up, not quite sitting but clutching the blanket tightly around her...