With a jarring shudder, Sin opened his eyes to the icy sting of wind.
The freezing air rushing past him ate through his heavy cloak and clothing, and tore at his body, trying to dislodge him from his precarious perch on the massive, shifting back of the winged creature carrying him.
As the realization hit him that he'd allowed himself to drift off, his hands, numb in spite of being encased in heavy gloves, gripped more tightly at the thick, bony spine to which he clung.
Good gods. What if he'd relaxed his grip for even a moment? He could have fallen.
The thought shook him. But not as much as what he'd just seen--bittersweet memories of a time when his life had still been whole.
Rein. The memory had felt so real...he'd even been able to smell Rein's scent, feel his touch, hear his
