Summary
"'Creators' she yelped, as she fell backward, but strong arms encircled her waist and she hit a hard chest before she hit the ground. 'Thanks, Dorian,' she said, trying to push up on his arms to right herself again. She heard a warm, familiar chuckle that was certainly not Dorian's and froze." A mother-daughter ice skating trip leads to an early Satinalia present.