Chapter 22: The Thermal DebtThe wind didn't just blow; it screamed, a high-pitched, banshee wail that tore through the jagged remains of the fuselage. Snow was piling up against the broken aluminum walls, sealing us into a tomb of white and silver.I dragged Dante’s heavy, unresponsive body into the cramped corner of the tail section, my muscles screaming in protest. Every inch of my skin felt like it was being flayed by microscopic razors of ice. My silk dress, once a symbol of my gilded cage, was now a wet, frozen rag clinging to my shivering frame."Dante, breathe," I choked out, my teeth chattering so hard I could barely form the words.He lay against the sub-zero metal, his skin the color of ash. The massive gash on his ribs had stopped bleeding, but only because the cold was beginning to freeze the edges of the wound. His breath was a shallow, hitching rattle."Don't you dare die," I hissed, grabbing his face with my numb hands. "You spent six million on me. You don't get
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