Chapter 53

It’s snowing here. The large tufts of white, fluffy icy rain down on us while the men grumble and I stare up at it in awe. It shouldn’t be snowing, it’s not yet mid-fall where the colors are at their height. Yet, here it is, tickling my nose and melting on my face as I giggle and spin. It’s absolutely stunning.

“You always did like the snow,” Falcon murmurs, walking past me, a small smile on his lips as he steals a glance at my happiness.

My heart skips a beat, watching him walk away. I remember the first time I ever saw snow. The second time he tried to fight against killing me but ended up going savage and doing it, anyway. It had been just as perfect then as it is now. The chill, however, makes me shiver and I tug my fluffy sweater closer.

One repercussion of having these memories are the emotions attached to them. The fear I felt when he stalked me down, the ache in my side where he tore at my flesh. I wish I could push it away, remain in the glorious bliss of the perfect snow,