CLARISSA’S POV
I can’t shake the feeling of guilt twisting in my stomach as I weave through the bustling ski resort, searching for Landon. Snow crunches beneath my boots, but I barely bother about the sound. I check the bar first, scanning every corner, but he’s not here. My heart sinks.
I pull out my phone, dialing his number with shaky fingers. It rings once. Twice. Then—nothing. Call failed. I try again. At this point, I feel desperate but the result is the same.
Where the hell is he?
My mind replays the scene from earlier. The frozen lake. The way I shoved him, thinking it was all just harmless fun. The pure, unfiltered rage in his eyes as he came out, soaked and freezing. I could see the hurt in his eyes. His breath was visible in harsh puffs of air. The way he glared at me with s
