Aaron’s POV

Elin’s car grazed past me, wind-whipped snow churning white waves, stinging my eyes raw. The tail clipped my coat, metal sparks blooming in the flurry like fleeting fireworks.

Her vehicle skidded, plowing into roadside drifts, engine wheezing like a wounded beast on stop. My heart plummeted; Arthur roared forward, claws pricking fingertips, itching to shred the world—Elin, have you lost it? Kill me? Or yourself?

That final instant, she yanked the wheel hard, twisting the ...