A chill commanded the room, but it was not the gaze of my father ripping down my spine or a breeze that had managed to slip through cracked windows. This chill was familiar. It was winter along my sleeved arms, and affection crystalizing around my heart. My gaze moved rampantly across the room. Searching until it discovered the lean frame gliding through the crowd.
Dark hair. Indecisive waves that fell straight in some areas and curled in others.
I glanced at my sister. "I'm sorry, there is something I need to do." I was too distracted to register her confusion.
Too distracted with following the man.
