All it took was the blink of an eye, and they were no longer surrounded by snow and cold, sitting in a back alley somewhere in London. Now they were among the sand dune, the heat hitting them like a wave as their bodies attempted to adjust to the sudden change in temperature. They were far enough from the chaos not to interfere, not to draw ( Read more... )

The snow continued to fall lazily through the air around Jack, covering the footprints made in the snow mere moments after they were created. He stuffed his hands deeper in the pocket of his coat, smiling despite the slight shiver that ran through him ( Read more... )

I knew I shouldn't have trusted someone with that good-looking of an arse.