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She did not go to watch Jacin receive his lashings, knowing that if he saw her, he would have kept himself from screaming in pain.
“Hey, Trouble,” he said, leaning his head back against the dial.
Winter stopped again, but he kept walking, shaking his finger over his shoulder. “I’m not saying these things and looking at you at the same time, so keep up.”
“Do me a favor, Princess,” he whispered, his breath warm against her mouth. “The next time someone says they’re going to kill you, don’t just let them.”
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She was not pretty when she cried, and Winter liked this about her.
He leaned over her, leaving a hint of space between them, and dug his fingers into the thin hospital blankets. “I love you, Winter. I always have.”
“It is more beautiful than I’d ever imagined,” she whispered. “I am the girl of ice and snow, and I think I’m very glad to meet you.”
“Hello, snow girl,” he said, folding her fingers around an imaginary snowflake. “I’m glad to meet you too.”
