Emmalee

Five Years Later

I stare out the window and watch the rain slide in soft lines against the glass. The weather is starting to change—it gets colder by the day, but to be fair, I've always been a massive fan of winter.

I just love the sight of everything blanketed in snow.

Besides, the end of winter marks the end of the war and the start of everything wonderful that's happened to me so far. The day Romain and I left the rogue hideout was the very start of winter. That night, we ...