Dressed in her winter garb, Faye looked beautiful standing against the blanketing of freshly fallen snow. He could see the puffs of her warm breath each time she exhaled. Her hair gleamed in the soft light of winter. Its platinum locks were almost as white as the driven snow beneath her feet.
Sterling stood there watching his beautiful winter butterfly as she stared back at him, tilting her head. He was curious about her thoughts at this moment.
He wondered… 'How could she look at him with such affectionate eyes after he had done, making Arvon appear? Wasn't she terrified of his Draco? Would she stay this way once he shifted from his human form again?'
His brow furrowed, imaging all the scenarios that could play out. However, it wouldn't be long before these questions were answered, as they would soon be ready to leave for the grotto.
