Chapter 62: The Cold Ultimatum
The impact knocked the breath from Nerida’s chest as she hit the snowbank shoulder-first, the powdery drift caving beneath her down parka and swallowing her legs up to her hips. The seventy-knot gale tore over the rim of the foundation, driving airborne ice crystals into the exposed skin around her eyes, blinding her before she could even find her footing. She rolled onto her stomach, coughing as the icy powder invaded her mouth, and dragged her knees under her torso with frantic, stumbling effort.
She lunged forward, throwing herself against the service door Torin had just slammed in her face.
Her gloved fists hammered the heavy oak panels, sending dull, muffled thuds through the solid wood. The brass deadbolt remained seated in the strike plate, motionle
