I never said that! Put me down

Everyday life on the islands was back to its normalcy, but there was a hidden tension in the air; the weather grew colder, making everyone wrap themselves tightly before stepping out.

Zane cuddled into the covers; only his hair could be seen; he felt cozy and lazy to get up from this warmth.

He was used to the scorching heat of the desert, not this biting cold. Just the thought of stepping outside made him shiver. He burrowed deeper under the covers, leaving only a few strands of hair exposed.

Cyra flashed out from her space, spotting Zane curled up like a dumpling. And she recalled something.

Moving slightly, she carried Zane out of the bed together with the covers.

“No!” Zane shouted, feeling himself leaving the bed; he didn’t want to go anywhere in this kind of weather.

Before he could get angry, he suddenly felt warmth around him. He pulled down the covers, peeked out of her arms, and saw her touching the steaming water.