Where The Ice Gives Way novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 These Are Mine

Charlotte

I wake up again with that same heavy, dragged-out feeling in my body and no real memory of when I fall asleep, whert le becomearg a ban The first thing I see is Charlie. His head is tipped slightly forward as he looks down at me, one arm stretched along the back of the other resting loosely over the blanket near my side. His auburn curls fall into his eyes, and he poshes them hack a

ooking at him. “Oh, good morning, princess. Welcome back to the land of the living he joket. My check in practed against his oceed to poke my tongue out at him and punch him in the ribs lightly. “There she is.” Theo says from somewhere scrow tha my head enough to find him sprawled in the armchair opposits us, one leg hanging over the side, his phone in his hand, aut a ced on his stomach. He looks far too comfortable for someone who has clearly been sitting there watching me seen for God knee “How long was I out?” I ask, my voice rough with sleep. Charlie shrugs one shoulder. “Long enough for us to wart wondering if pr d in permanently.” I groan quietly and slowly push myself upright, Charlie’s hand comes to my back straight away, helping my perrung Abs. “Easy,” he says, and I roll my eyes. “I am being easy.” I smooth a hand over my face, trying to wake myself up properly. My body feel better than it did before I fell asleep, but there is looseness in my limbs. Before I can say anything else, Mara appears in the doorway serving a plate and a glass of water. “Perfect,” she says,

Sandwich.”

She crosses the room and sits on the co

cut in half. “You don’t have to feed,” and trusting your survival instinct tilts her head. “For what?” I gla from us and then at the odd with one hand. “Sweeth

room. That’s reco

I’ve been read

time, espec

squeeze

less

The plate lands in my hands, and I stare down at a ham and cheese, crusty on s. “No one said anything about feeding you. I’m just placing food in front of you pleased with herself when I take a bite. “Sorry.” I say once I’ve swallowed. She

A draped over my lap, at Charlie half-trapped beneath me, Then stationed across m just now noticing. “For taking over your lounge room like this.” Mara waves it off of power, and then your body did what it needed to do. That isn’t taking over my lounge ich again, still embarrassed. She softens a little and rests a hand on my knee. “From what “Mara leans her forearms on her thighs. “When power like yours is used properly for the first. our wolf, it drains you. Your body isn’t used to holding that kind of force yet.” Her fingers easier in time. Think of it like training a muscle. The more your body learns what to do with it, the kes more sense than anything else I’ve heard so far.

s, and Mara smiles. “No. You’re not dying.”

nee one last pat. “Eat.” The sandwich disappears faster than I mean for it to, the water after it cooling my

quiet around me. I’ve almost finished the last bite when the front door opens. Cold air slips into the hall, followed

rattle of keys. The bond stirs low and warm in my chest, telling me Blake is nearby. A second later, he appears in the fly windswept, and a box tucked under one arm. Blake clears his throat. “You’re awake.” He shifts the box a little higher alks over. “I got you something.” I set the plate down on the coffee table and straighten a little. Why would he get me os closer and holds the box out. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

Still did.” He says, still holding out the box. I take it from him, my body unsure of how to receive a gift. He gives me the so I lift the lid, and everything in me stops. I stare down at them lying side by side inside the box, bright white leather with ing, the laces tucked neatly in place

er is smooth. A breath leaves me

bed, perfect. I reach out and touch one skate with my fingertips.

into a crouch in front

something to ye

hat were ju

ve only

between his knees. “I know the ones you

back to me. “We thought it’d be nice if you urse, this is what makes me cry. I wipe

p and squeezes the back of my neck. “These are mine?” I whisper and “All yours.” My fingers curl more firmly around the edge of the box. “You

1. Best pair I could find.” Blake reaches into the box and lifts one skate out. “Want

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