Chapter 14
Annalise
The air was biting, a frigid wind slicing through the night. Snowflakes swirled lazily, settling on my bare arms as I stood trembling in the cold. My dress—a thin, sleeveless white fabric—was better suited for the summer, its delicate hem soaked from the snow that clung to it. Goosebumps covered my skin, and my teeth chattered uncontrollably.
Willow, in stark contrast, stood before me bundled in layers of warmth. She wore a luxurious velvet coat the color of midnight, trimmed with soft white fur, and a scarf wrapped snugly around her neck. Her boots crunched against the snow, their leather sleek and polished, while a matching hat sat atop her perfectly coiffed hair. She looked regal, comfortable—utterly unaffected by the biting cold that was slowly leeching the life
