Jake walked back to the cabin with his heart heavily buried beneath his sadness…he’d already dealt with enough, and yet, the devil had sent its spawn to his doorstep; Beatrice.

Sighing, he dug his hands deeper into his pockets, he felt cold, but he knew no amount of clothing could make him warm when the chills were coming from his heart. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“And you expected me to listen? You said you would punish me, and you ...