Chapter 61

Iris

We follow the winding train tracks with the sun just beginning to rise behind the trees. It’s turning the sky a faint shade of pink and salmon.

A smile that doesn’t reach my eyes curls my lips. “Beautiful weather, isn’t it?”

Zane’s breath puffs in clouds of white. “Are you seriously ‘nice weathering’ me?”

I laugh, but it ends up coming out as a cough. The air is cold and sharp, and what makes