The snowstorm stopped falling a couple of days ago.

Sunlight flickered, unobstructed through the window to the cottage room. It was the middle of the day, but the hearth was still it.

Aria laid on the bed with a smile on her face. She raised her quilt further, enjoying the warmth it provided.

It had been about a week since the attack on her by Ronan. From that day, Lucien had nursed her back to full health.

She had healed faster than she ever thought she could. Her healing was still ...