Kara

The morning air was thinner here, high in the mountain valley.. I adjusted the black hood over my head and walked faster, my boots crunching on a frost-laced path that stretched between stone and ash trees.

I didn’t want to cross paths with him ever again.

But of course, fate had a sick sense of humor. Because there he was, leaning against a crooked pine like he was born to annoy me. Arms crossed. That same infuriating smirk curving his ...