SEVEN DAYS TO SAY FOREVER
My vertigo gave a sudden, nasty twitch from the impact, and I stumbled back an inch, my hand dropping to my face.
The laughter on the lower lawn died instantly.
Down by the treeline, Axel didn't blink. He didn't yell. But the absolute stillness in his posture broke like a snapped wire. In three long, aggressive strides, he closed the distance to the staging deck. He didn't gather loose snow like a child. He scooped a massive, dense block of ice straight off the top of a stone pillar, his knuckles flexing as he packed it with an uneven, terrifying precision.