A large gust of wind shook the tent, waking Garin. His head pounded but at least he wasn’t freezing anymore. In fact, he was incredibly warm and suddenly aware of the soft body pressed against his. He opened his eyes, thinking that it had been a dream.

Her red curls were tousled all over the place, draping over her shoulders and his arm, which was very much asleep underneath her head. He realized he had been holding his breath, afraid to wake her. Her breathing was slow and steady, ...