It's a freezing night. I had to wear four layers of clothes and hide Snowie inside a satchel before leaving the house. Jaxon, too, had to put on a sweatshirt, although, unlike me, he didn't shiver, not even once as he drove us out of town in the middle of the night. I was a little happy to return to the cabin, even if it would be just for a night. It's where Jaxon and I started our love, so it feels like a sacred place, a place from my dreams. When we arrive, the porch is almost covered in snow, owls hooting in the trees, not a trace of any human or animal in the cabin. It looks just as we left it—dark and lonely. I look over at Jaxon and he's staring at his fortress with clenched jaw. It was his home for years but now, it's just a hideout. “Come on,” he says, taking my hand, and we go in. “I'll start the fire. You go in and settle with Snowie, okay?” He tells me as he finishes helping me take off my boots, straightening to his towering height. “Okay,” I whisper, then str
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