(Emma)
The snowstorm was getting worse outside. The wind howled against the walls of the pack house, rattling the windows as flurries of white blurred the view beyond the glass. A thick layer of snow had already coated the ground, making it impossible to see where the road ended and the forest began.
I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.
Darius was standing by the fireplace, staring into the flames with a tense expression. His broad shoulders were rigid, his jaw tight. He hadn't said much since we came back from Dr. Harris, but I could feel his frustration.
“This storm is getting worse. I have other things to do than to be cooped up in here,” Darius muttered.
I watched him as he stared into the fire, his arms crossed over his chest.
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