The Wicked Wind
"She opened her eyes and saw him fully formed, dark and undeniably beautiful. He wasn’t wielding the wind; he was the wind."
The strapping hunters, clad in deep green, felt the shift in the wind and crouched low, watching the pair of chamois abruptly still.“Shhh, they hear you fidgeting, Nikolas,” warned Josef.“Something else spooked them,” he whispered back. A sudden gust, and the...
