Winter POV
God, it's ridiculously cold in here. Langdon's shirt is doing absolutely nothing to keep the chill at bay and I sit there, my arms folded, shivering, and trembling as I wait to see if I'm let out. Langdon had better be right about this, I think sourly. Otherwise, I might just let Sabriel do whatever she wants to him and his precious bachelor pad.
Should have pissed all over his house, given him something to really be angry about. Especially if he was going to punish us both this way.
Sabriel, is your answer to everything going to be piss on it?
Well, I could do the other thing, but you're too much of a lady to let me. Or are you?
That's disgusting
Says you. I call it Karma.
I hope Langdon comes back to let me out soon. I can tell that the sun is beginning to set and it'
