Chapter 250 Trouble
- Bianca had been fidgeting restlessly on the couch, moving to the window, to stare out at the black night unseeingly.
- It was snowing. A light snow, with a prediction of more to follow as the weather forecaster had declared helpfully. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she stood, waiting for O’Grady.
- St Just, who was doing his best to stay awake, studied the profile of their Pet, his heart aching for her.