The Rejected Plus-Size Mate
"It's frost, not snow."
"Elara."
"I'm fine," I said again, gentler. I caught his hand and held it between both of mine. His fingers were ice. "You came back so fast. You must have run the horses half to death."
"I would have run myself to death." He sank down beside me and wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me hard against his side. His whole body was trembling. "When the runner reached us, I thought—"
"I know."
"I left you."