Chapter Twenty Nine

IRENA

SAGE is near. Too close. Part of her wanted to be in his arms, but another part wanted to run away. She has become too attached. She should know better.

But she is very worried that something has happened to her so her presence will ease the pain in her soul. He looked at her with such seriousness that she almost leaned over. Most of them.

Fortunately, his head is noisier than his heart. Using the little strength she had, she backed away enough to break his grip. The cool evening air surrounded her, reminding her how cold it was to be alone in the Greenlandic wilderness.

"Are you okay?" Sage asked. His voice was lower than usual. It made her shiver.

She nodded and bit her lip. They need to put some distance between them. "What took so long?" she asked, hoping the coldness in her voice would help calm her pounding heart.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You've been gone all night. I think you want to keep moving forward. Now it looks like we'll have to