Chapter 246

• Training with Emiliano started at the crack of dawn, and the biting wind tore through the thin clothes I had on with ease. I clenched the sleeves of my long-
• sleeved shirt and grit my teeth against the cold that numbed my toes. I wondered if, being Fae, I was somehow immune to frostbite, but the sharp, wet bite of the snow on my skin told me otherwise.
• Emiliano had suggested we train out here. In fact, it had been his idea to steal my coat and winter gear,