Chapter 38
Chloe had presumed it was Damien approaching her from behind, but when her skating chair abruptly spun toward the center of the lake, her raw instincts prickled at her senses, warning her of the imminent danger.
Something was amiss.
Shouts echoed around her as a narrow crack snaked under her chair’s blades, propelling her across the ice as though in flight. She knew she had to act quickly.
By the time Chloe attempted to stand, her eyes locking onto the red rope rapidly closing in on her, it was already too late. The chair, ensnared by the thick rope, capsized. With a thunderous crack, the ice split open, swallowing Chloe and the chair whole.
