The storm grew too heavy and she stopped finally, looking around her. She'd kept the mountain to her left, just in case she needed to find a place to hide out. She maneuvered that way now, leaning against rocks to peer into dark depths. After a short search, she found a small cave and scaled the boulders in front of it.
Jenn drew a knife in case an animal had also taken refuge in the cave. It was empty. She entered, stomping her feet to clear her legs of snow. She pushed it off her coat and hat.
"Couldn't stay in Miami," she complained.
The wind howled as she settled against the far wall to wait out the storm. With a knife beside her, she wrapped her arms around her knees and huddled, trying to keep warm. Dark fell, the only light in the cave coming from the snow.
Where are you? Jenn lifted her head at the words. She couldn't respond, not with the cuff on her arm. She rested her chin on her knee until her nose grew too cold then ducked her head down again.
The necklace was cool against her skin. Jenn pondered it and what she'd felt kissing Darian. Despite the cold, her blood hummed with warmth. It kept her from freezing, just like the hot tears on her face. For the first time since she left the immortal world, she cried.
"Hello!"
She jerked at the voice. The snow fell in sheets outside the cave. Jenn rose and crossed to the edge. She could see nothing amid snow and darkness.
"Hello!"
"Darian?" she called, irritated at moving from her warm spot at the back of the cave.
"Jenn!"
She stepped back, waiting for him. The curtain of snow parted finally, and Darian's dark form entered the cave.
"What're you doing out in this storm?" she asked.
"Looking for you."
"You should've waited until morning."
"Jonny's flipping out," Darian said. His body brushed hers as he moved deeper into the cave, and he took her cold hands. "Gods, you're freezing."
"I don't give a shit about Jonny." Jenn yanked free and stepped to the back of the cave again. It hadn't felt small before Darian arrived, but it did now. She sat down, huddling with her knees again.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Let's get the fuck out of here."
"I'm fine."
"You hate the cold," the Grey God said, squatting in front of her. "Something's off." Darian touched her face.