CHAPTER 34
THE ICE QUEEN had a car waiting outside, a limousine no less. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I guess I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a Lamborghini, a Hummer, or a tank either. The driver opened the door, and I climbed in, sinking into one of the leather seats and sighing in relief that this nightmare of an evening was over.
The ice queen sat next to me, stretching out her legs. “Drink?”
“Is there any water?”
She fished a bottle out of a built-in cooler, passed it over, then pulled a tablet out of her purse. I was left alone with my thoughts as she began tapping away at the screen.
The ice queen. I never thought I’d get so close to her and live to tell the tale, but she’d surprised me. Maybe I should start calling her Emerson instead. After all, wasn’t that w
