*Aria's POV*We stood there, gasping, the sound of our breathing loud in the small space. The temperature inside was barely warmer than outside, but the wind was gone."Check for blankets," Lucian ordered, his voice hoarse. "Anything."I fumbled in the dark, my hands numb. I found a pile of musty canvas tarps in the corner and an old sleeping bag on a cot."I found something!"I dragged the sleeping bag over to the center of the room. Lucian was checking his gun. He had two magazines left."Lucian, your arm," I said, my voice catching.I hadn't seen it in the dark, but in the faint light filtering through the cracks in the boards, I could see the dark stain spreading on his sleeve."It's a graze," he said dismissively. He sat down heavily on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Aria, come here."I knelt beside him. I unzipped the sleeping bag and wrapped it around his shoulders, then pulled the canvas tarp over both of us.We huddled together, shivering violently. The cold was inside
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