Chapter 91

• It's fucking cold in London... By orders of Joziah and because we have to maintain our facade, Ian and I can't show affection to each other in public. However, we don't care much, as he embraces me against his chest when he sees me shivering.
• "I thought it wouldn't be this cold yet, sometimes I forget about the northern winds," Ian says, transmitting his body heat to me.
• I run my hands inside his cardigan and jacket, searching for the touch of his warm skin until I find it. Joziah looks at me disdainfully as we wait for our transportation to take us to the city.