Salvatore stared out the window of their room, watching the falling snow. Grinding his teeth, he fought the need to shiver. It wasn't that he was actually cold; it was more of a bone-deep conditioning of seeing snow fall.
"If she could tell the future, donna ya think she woulda seen dis comin'?" demanded Dimitri, coming to stand beside him. The temperature in the room was plummeting fast, and it wasn't hard to see their breath in the air with every exhale.
Salvatore looked at Dimitri from the corner of his eyes but didn't bother to say anything.
"I donna think she can see de future," grunted Ronan. "We's donna feel de cold, but she's built differently. If'n she knew dis was comin', she'da planned for it."