On Thin Ice Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 117 LENA. Nothing prepared me for this. Nothing fucking prepared me for this. I looked around me, searching for any sign of life but all I saw around me were ice bergs, frozen waters, ice caps and fucking ice! But I wasn't freezing cold. I'd willed my body not to feel the cold and as I stood, looking for a way to locate a fucking place to walk through, I remembered I had a map in my hand and it was to direct me.

W-What is wrong he is scaring me. I make my first move towards him as a turbulent snap has my eyes swell with shock and I directly inspect the ice floor only to notice an enormous crack haughtily mocking me. "Stop. Do not move Theia." He hollers anxiously as my heart springs to pound violently in my chest to the truth of what is transpiring. The ice is breaking. I had been skating on thin ice all along. How could I be so careless? I take a peek at what lies underneath the ice. Freezing waters that shall inevitably slay me. No. Goddess no.

Even in that moment, with my body genuinely failing me, some deeply trained instinct insisted I could manage this the way I’d managed everything else — quietly, invisibly, without anyone noticing the wall was actually cracking. I skated back to my position as the whistle blew again, telling myself to focus, to breathe, to do exactly what years of training had prepared me to do. My vision narrowed instead, the edges of my sight going soft and unreliable, the ice in front of me somehow both too close and impossibly far away at once. My glove felt heavier than it should have. My legs, seconds earlier fully responsive, now seemed to be operating on a slight delay, as though the signals traveling

THE ICE Stepping out of the plane was like stepping onto another planet. The air was so cold it burned. It was minus forty degrees. At that temperature, exposed skin freezes in minutes. Moisture in your nose turns to ice instantly. We stood on the surface of a massive frozen lake. The plane lay behind us, a broken gray bird in the snow. All around us, mountains rose like white teeth, scraping the sky. "Coordinates?" Damian asked, pulling on his heavy parka. Kai checked a handheld GPS unit. "It's dead. Battery drained." He looked at Leo. "Sorry, kid. You ate the map." "It doesn't matter," I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the metal plate—the key from Eleanor’s journal. I held it

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

The US military wasn't closing in on him anyway, so he was not facing much threat. On the other hand, Charlie was much weaker in cultivation and couldn't sense Barlin at all through such thick ice. Still, he was perplexed as he stood on the slope of ice fragments and looked down into the pit. He had been on the continent for a while and knew that this place was covered in ice, so why was there a pit here? Looking up at the arrow to see that it was pointing straight at the pit, he muttered, "Are you saying I should jump in? What's in there?"

Thought about the rink last night, his hands on my waist, the bond humming between us in the cold quiet, the way he had said 'skate with me' like it was the simplest thing in the world. Thought about the photos. Thought about the timing. Thought about Lola's payment trails and formatting signatures and the particular kind of patience required to set something up and wait for it to blow up at exactly the right moment. The trap felt tighter than it had yesterday. I grabbed my bag off the chair. And went anyway.

Had it even worked? Maybe the Blackthorns had honored their word back then—but in my world, they did whatever they pleased. And now, I was the only Harper left. The last thing I wanted was to help people who had treated me like nothing. As they walked away, the ice beneath me began to thaw. Cracks splintered across its surface. I tried to move, but my paws were frozen in place. Panic rose in my chest as the ice grew thinner. I glanced toward the waterfall—it had completely thawed and was now feeding into the river. Any minute now, the current would return, and I’d be caught in it.

I lifted my eyes. His face was close. Too close. His body was hard against mine, his hold strong enough to keep me standing. The mate bond surged. Heat rushed through me. At the same time, frost raced across the ground beneath our feet. Kazan looked down. Ice spread in delicate patterns across the stones. Ophelia stepped out of the vehicle. “Okay.” I pulled away from Kazan. “What?” She pointed. “That.” The frost continued expanding. “I didn’t mean to.”

The icy wind that was blowing made my limbs shiver, and the fog made visibility very limited. Varyon moved forward without blinking, but the oppressive atmosphere made me more and more uncomfortable. My hand tightened on his back, and my heart beat faster and faster in my chest. Varyon stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on mine with intensity. He leaned down slightly, and I understood that he was waiting for me to get off. Delicately, I passed my numb leg over his body and landed on the ground in a small jump that was not at all graceful.