LivI’d been hanging off an Icy Cap cliffside all morning, screaming to the empty beach below. This is what I got for setting out on my own across the Arctic tundra. All I wanted was to collect some fresh herbs for myself while Gary watched Leo.
Tristan had warned me about going off on my own. But had I listened? No.
Instead, I was going to die. And that wasn’t the worst part. In an attempt to save myself, I’d used every last bit of clothing I had as rope in a failed attempt to haul myself up off this ledge.
Now I’d pinned all my hopes on my thong. Before today, my slingshot panties were a fashion choice—not survival gear. In the hopes of hanging on, I’d looped it around the sturdiest roots I could find, but I didn’t have the arm strength to haul myself up.
The damned thong had given me
