Chapter 48 The Storm

• Kayla
• Big, fat snowflakes tumbled lazily from the darkening sky. They melted the second they touched my cheeks, but were rapidly beginning to accumulate on the ground.
• I shivered and wrapped my arms tighter around myself, my thin leather jacket doing little—if anything at all—to fight off the biting cold. Nicholas trudged ahead, his hands gripping the handlebars of the motorcycle as he pushed it along the narrow road.