Chapter 452

Juliette's POV

The morning was freezing, a low fog hovering over the river where the rafting activity would take place. I was wrapped in a thick coat and still felt the cold sinking straight into my bones. Tessa stood beside me in the spectator area, just as bundled up and just as visibly irritated about not being able to participate.

"This is torture," she muttered, adjusting her orthopedic boot.