"There's a problem," she said, and through the phone I could hear the words being strangled within her throat.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my body already lifting itself up from the position of which I was laying in. Spring never had a problem, this was ought to be bad.
She took a deep breath through her nose and let out a shaky puff of air through her mouth. "Winter," she said, "he's coming."
"Well, he's supposed to," I confirmed, "that is his job after all."
"No!" She shrieked. "You don't understand!"
There was a long silence, and then there was this.
"He's coming. But this time... he's planning to stay."
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.