Where The Ice Gives Way novel Chapter 65

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Chapter 65 Something Big

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chocolate doser to her mouth. “1xxty” Her lashes lift halfway. She looks dazed, and her mouth opens just enough for me to press the chocolate

to her lips. After a second, she takes it. I quickly turn to get a glass of water and hold it to Charlotte’s mouth once she finishes chewing. “Drink.” She obeys that too, swallowing in small, careful mouthfuls while Charlie keeps her upright. Colour starts creeping back into her cheeks after a minute or two. It’s not much, but it’s enough to calm Lex from taking over and destroying every threat to her. “Can you stand?” I ask. She blinks at me, then gives the smallest nod, Charlie and 1 each take an arm again. She slides off the counter more than climbs down, and the second her feet hit the floor, she says between us. I catch her around the waist before her knees can give.

We steer her through to the living room, and I lower Charlotte onto the middle cushion. She folds there bonelessly, all the fight gone from her body. “Blanket,” I tell Charlie. He is already moving before I finish the word. He comes back with the thick grey one from the armchair and drapes it over Charlotte first, then over himself as he drops onto the cushion at her other side. She turns into him almost straight away, her head settling against his shoulder. He tucks the blanket more securely around both of them with a look on his face that says he would quite happily hite anyone who came too close right now. I sit on her other side and watch as Charlie pushes the hair from her face. “You okay, Lotty?” he asks quietly. Her lashes flutter. “I don’t know.” Her voice is soft and rough and tired in a way that sits badly in my chest. Charlie glances at me over the top of her head, and I can read exactly what is moving through him because it is not far from what is moving through me. There’s a sharp helplessness that comes when someone you care about does something impossible, and all you can do is stand there and watch it take its piece from them.

Mum comes in with another glass of water and sets it on the coffee table in front of us. She crouches in front of Charlotte and smooths a hand over her knee through the blanket, “You did beautifully,” she says. Charlotte’s eyes close again, “What did I do?” No one answers straight away. Because what answer is there? You howled with the voice of a white wolf and pulled a man back from the edge of himself. You changed the

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Chapter 65 Something Big

shape of everything we know about rogues. Mum only brushes a strand of hair back from Charlotte’s face and says, wary gently, “Something big” Charlotte lets out a breath and sinks a little further into Charlie’s side. I look at her then, at the pale sweep of her hair against the dark blanket, the way the morning light catches on her lashes. The fragile heaviness in her body after all that power and sound and imposible grace. She is changing things already. Charlie shifts under the blanket and lowers his voice. “She needs sleep.”

“She’ll get it,” Mum says. I lean forward, pick up the water, and hold it out toward Charlotte. “One more sip.” Her eyes open halfway. She took at me, then at the glass, then takes it with both hands and drinks because I asked her to.

I do not know why that small obedience hits me so hard, but I like that she trusts me. When she gives the glass back, I set it down and pull the blanket a little higher over her shoulder. Her eyes stay on me for one quiet second. Then she looks away and nestles back against Charlie.

alous of that. Instead, all I feel is relief that she has somewhere soft to fall. Mum moves around the room, dimming the lights and

g the whole space. I know now, nothing will ever be the same. Charlotte is going to change everything.

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Another wonderful book. I am now reading 3 of your books at the same time.

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