Lydia figured she’d guessed right.

Reign might look like the epitome of restraint—educated, refined, almost ascetic—but deep down, he had a thrill-seeker’s appetite when it came to certain things.

After that, her memories blurred. She only recalled the snow piling up outside, thick clusters of snowflakes drifting down like feathers. The ground turned white, making it impossible to tell where the road was; everything melted into a world of pale stillness. Soon ...