"I know," I said, sliding a hand through his hair and nudging my nose against his temple. I wasn't going to promise that he wouldn't, because I had no control over that kind of shit. I highly doubted the snow was some kind of omen, but I'd seen stranger things in Darrow, over the last ten months.

What I really couldn't tell him was that I didn't want him to go back either. The idea of it scared me more than I wanted to think about.