Chapter 122 THE DAWN OF THE DAY

Han’s POV

I lift my face into the weak sunrise and breathe in the sharp scent of snow on the morning air.

Last night I slept out in the open. Bits of frost cling to my clothes and stiffen the hem of my jacket. I don’t feel the cold anymore. I’ve gotten used to winter’s bite. I need it. I need the ...

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