Chapter 76 Of Storm And Skin Two

• “This would be the perfect moment to whip out those blankets,” I shivered from the frigid air biting my skin. I was left in just my undershirt and tights and the thin materials were offering little protection against the creeping cold.
• Ethan didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached for a thick pile of blankets on the rear parcel shelf. I didn’t notice they were there, neatly folded in one spot.
• He loosened a black fuzzy one from its fold and draped it around my shoulders. The momentary closing of the space between us left me flustered. For a minute, he was too close and then he was not.