Chapter 79 Extra – Under The Breath Of Winter

• ZOE
• The silence in the cabin was different after having him inside me. It was no longer a cold silence, like when we arrived fleeing, but a silence charged with heat, with skin, with memory. The stone walls seemed to still hold the echoes of our bodies colliding, of my name uttered between his teeth, of his breath burning against my neck.
• I lay naked on the black sheets, my body still trembling in small spasms, as if my flesh refused to forget what it had felt. The fireplace crackled, casting red shadows across the low ceiling, each one seeming to draw a different version of Dante: the lover, the soldier, the executioner.