Aria took a step forward and began walking towards Lucien’s still figure. The wind whistled past her, her boots crunched softly on the snow and leaves.

The scent of damp earth and even damper snow filled the air. All of it overwhelmed her senses, but she pushed forward.

Aria was stubborn. Once she decided on a course of action, she never deviated from it.

“I can’t imagine what he is going through every day,” Aria thought, her gaze softened as she stared at him.

Lucien still ...