Chapter 245

• I reached for the quilts, but Leonardo was quicker. He draped the thick blankets around my shoulders, and I sighed as the warmth seeped into my chilled skin. The biting wind still tugged at my reddened cheeks, but the layered blankets dulled its sting.
• Leonardo unscrewed the thermos, and I could have cried with joy as the thick soup poured into the cap.
• My hands shook as he handed it to me, and I greedily drank the hot broth.