"Faster!"
Silas Hawthorne's usually composed expression contorted. A frigid wind, like a thousand icy needles, blasted them, seeping through every fiber of the rope.
The extreme-cold alarm at his waist shrieked, its red light flashing manically, stretching their already frayed nerves to the breaking point.
Sue Lawrence had already cast aside all thoughts of life and death. Even in her thermal suit, she could feel the cold seeping in. 'This thing's supposed to be cold-proof, but we've been out in this freeze for two days!'
Before Silas Hawthorne could react, she gritted her teeth, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and roared with all her might, "Let go!"
Silas Hawthorne froze.
He was suspended in midair, staring down in utter disbelief at the woman clinging to him.
Below them was a bottomless ice chasm. By his estimate, the snow-covered ground was at least seven or eight meters down.
