Sticky nausea curdled in my belly, clotting into a heavy mass as true fear set in. I had mistaken a frozen pond for an open field, and now I was stranded out on thin ice, the air filled with the creaking sound of my impending death. “How could you?” It was all I could say, and in a whisper at that. Horror had scrambled my thoughts. “You should have let it go, Rowan.” The words were soft with a touch of remorse, not preparing me for his sudden attack. His hand whipped out and clamped around my throat, yanking me to my feet. “You should have let it go!” he screamed in my face, his features contorted in rage. He was a psychopath. He knew about the girl, and he didn’t care. How could I have been so blind? You weren’t in the right headspace, Ro. Don’t blame yourself. Not again. Ivy’s words toge
