“I understand.” That isn’t what I expected to hear from the big, muscly jerk that stole my sister and just tried to make out with me. “You do?” “I understand boredom.” He gestures at the endless snowy hills around us, his face hard. “You think I do not get bored with no one to talk to? Hunting day in and day out with barely a word spoken to another? You think I do not long for company around the fire at night? I would gladly take Taushen’s snoring over the silence of being alone.”
