The Winter Knows No Frost
My days were filled, leaving no room for thoughts of the Winters family.
I was studying a painting in a gallery when Kirk approached with a grave expression. "Miss, there's something you should know."
I set the painting down. "What is it?"
"Liam and Neal are looking for you," he replied. "They've sent people here."
I paused, then sneered. "What do they want?"
Kirk shook his head. "It's unclear, but their efforts are substantial. They may find you soon. Should you lay low for a while?"