SKYLER POV - CHAPTER 67
The lake was frozen, and I meant that in the most insulting way possible.
Blue Lake rarely froze this early in the season, and when it did it usually happened gradually, the surface slowly tightening under the cold until a thin glassy layer formed over the water like the world taking a careful breath before winter arrived. This, however, was not gradual, not gentle, and certainly not natural.
The entire lake had turned to jagged ice in less than ten minutes.
I stood at the edge of it with my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring out across the frozen surface with the kind of irritation that made the water beneath the ice churn restlessly, because even trapped beneath a thick layer of frost the lake still belonged to me in a way that Tyler Donahue clearly
