Chapter 215

Zavian smirked, already crouching to form his own missile. “A fragile thing like you wants to leave me bruised? You’ve got nerve, little girl.”

Emmeline huffed, pushing up to plant both hands on her hips, shooting him a playful glare. “Your arms are stronger! Your snowball will be lethal, and I’m just a delicate woman.”

One of Zavian’s brows arched sardonically. “A delicate woman talking about leaving purple bruises?”

Their snowballs were ready at nearly the same moment.

Emmeline threw hers first in a smooth underhand toss, only to gape when Zavian leaned aside, allowing it to sail harmlessly past with a lazy smirk.

“You were supposed to let it hit!” she complained, stamping her foot. “Where’s the fun in dodging?”

Zavian advanced slowly, smoothing his own tightly packed ball with exaggerated care. “Then you’ll stand still and take mine?”

Emmeline swallowed hard, her bravado faltering slightly in the face of his quiet intensity and heated pro