The falling snowflakes formed a ring on the ground around us, like our own protective circle. It was just him and me. The rest of the world didn’t matter. Blood feuds and witch politics meant nothing inside that circle. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that would ever matter, was that Cassius and I had each other. A Corbin and a Hewitt. United in true love at long last. One for the history books, as Old Man Winslow would say.
