Chapter 9 I don't want him to die

Cressida's pov

The ice split opened wide.

One moment I was standing on solid black ice, Lucian's wrist still warm in my grip. The next; the world tilted, cracked, and swallowed us both.

Cold.

Not the clean cold of winter. Not the friendly cold of the rink. This was the cold of drowning. The cold...

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