In the frozen wilderness of northern Alaska, where the world had been painted entirely white, a blue ring suddenly appeared in midair.
Seconds later, two figures stepped through. Despite the biting cold, Christian wore nothing more than a shirt and pants, while Anastasia was dressed even more lightly in a simple T-shirt and shorts, as though the freezing temperature meant nothing to either of them.
The instant his feet touched the snow, Christian looked around in wonder.
Just an hour ago, he had been buried deep inside Eva, their bodies slick with sweat as they lost themselves in each other.
Now, an icy wind slammed into him.
Even in April, the temperature here had dropped to minus forty-five degrees Celsius.
What a ridiculous contrast.
