JEREMIAH

Jeremiah leaned casually against the doorframe, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Don't bother yourself, Winter. Or should I say... Summer now? The frost is melting." He chuckled, clearly enjoying Winter's predicament. "By the way, did you enjoy the meal? A mutual acquaintance added a little something to... even the odds. You might know her as the witch."

Winter's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled in a sneer. "That bitch."

Jeremiah laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Oh, I agree. She's like a cockroach, isn't she? Impossible to kill. Resilient, resourceful... and annoyingly effective."

Winter took a step forward, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "So, what's this? Are you here to capture me? To drag me back like some dog on a leash?"