The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 201

Her vision instantly went black.

"Sloane!"

Garrison reacted with lightning speed, catching her before she hit the floor.

Sloane heard someone calling her name, but it sounded distant, as if she were submerged underwater.

She wanted to answer, but her lips refused to move.

She felt someone pull her into a tight embrace. The hands holding her were warm and undeniably strong, supporting her entire weight.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. Leaning against his chest, she could feel his heartbeat—rapid, thumping wildly against his ribs.

She wanted to tell him she was fine.

But in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

*

He couldn't see a thing.

It wasn't the blinding white of the snow; it was an empty, suffocating void, as if someone had completely carved the world out of his eyes.

Josh Jace stood there, gripping his trekking pole so hard his hands ached. All he could hear was his own pulse, thudding loudly in his ears, a frantic rhythm against an unyielding silence.

A brutal gust of wind slammed into his left side. He stumbled to the right, his boot slipping on the ice, and his knee crashed down, sending a sickening jolt of pain up his leg.

Right at that moment, he heard a faint skittering sound.

Something had slipped right out of his pocket.

Josh's heart plummeted to his stomach.

With a frantic rip, he tore off his heavy gloves and dropped to the freezing ground. He desperately swept his bare hands across the icy surface, searching the area around him.

Moments later, his fingers brushed against something freezing and smooth—The Obsidian Charm.

Josh gripped the charm as if it were the only lifeline left in the world. The cold stone pressed into his palm, but that hard, stinging sensation was the only thing reminding him that he was still alive.

He was alive.

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