I gather snow rapidly, forming a dozen quick spheres. He’s crouched low, eyes gleaming with that mischievous spark I can’t resist. “Warden,” I hiss, hurling a snowball at him.He ducks, then retaliates with one to my chest. I stumble backward laughing, the cold shocking every nerve. Actually, no, the smile on his face is the most shocking.We circle each other, crouching, leaping, snow flying. My throws are sloppy, but he dodges every single one, teasingly slow, just to get under my skin. “You said you never played!” I growl, packing another snowball.“It really is my first time, beginner’s luck maybe.” he replies smoothly, letting me charge.And at the last second, he’s already gone, my snowball sailing past empty air, hitting a tree with a satisfying splat.Beginner’s luck my ass. I glance up to find him leaning casually against the trunk, arms crossed, snow melting in his hair. My heart skips at the half smile on his lips.“You’re impossible,” I pant, wiping the snow from my
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