Chapter 1227 Winter Arrives

• Oakley
• “Oakley,” Ian whispers, his voice filling the dreamscape I’ve been languishing in for the better part of the last hour. I open my eyes to our ceiling and faint silver light floating across the golden-brown logs. “It’s snowing.”
• I sit up to look over his shoulders at the window beside our bed, where, sure enough, thick snowflakes fall in dizzying spirals. Beyond the window, the closest trees catch the snow, and their branches are now a bright white. Cold mist coats the corners of the windows, and ice crystals creep across the glass panes.