Epilogue

Three months later~

Patrick looked my way. “The roads are not good and getting worse. The helicopter pilot says if the winds keep up, he can’t fly.”

Fuck.

I paced the office of my cabin watching the snow accumulating outside the windows as inside, the staff and others prepared for Araneae’s and my wedding. The living room with the two-story windows had been transformed into a chapel. Sparkling lights and evergreen combined with ...