A Plea for Truth

Does it always follow that the colder one becomes, the more ravenously one longs for warmth? And once that long-sought warmth finally settles into one's palms, it grows all the harder to surrender it.

He murmured in a voice so soft it was nearly lost to the night, “Sloane, I'll find your brother.”

Maybe only after I've located Kieran will I have the courage to tell her everything.

A few days later