WINTER

Just as I was about to fasten the button at the small of my back, my fingers slipped because of the oil stain. I let out an annoyed breath.

If I didn’t get this done, they would be late.

“Loran,” I called faintly. “Can you come here, please? I need your-"

My words died when movement closed in so quickly that a broad, warm palm rested against the skin of my back.

“Help?” Valtor asked. His voice wasn’t exactly angry, but the chill in it made goosebumps rise ...