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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. A NOTE TO THE READER
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Chapter Forty-Seven
  51. Chapter Forty-Eight
  52. Chapter Forty-Nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-One
  55. Chapter Fifty-Two
  56. Chapter Fifty-Three
  57. Chapter Fifty-Four
  58. Chapter Fifty-Five
  59. Chapter Fifty-Six
  60. Free eBook
  61. Also by Alexa Rivers
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. About the Author

Asher stabilized Kennedy, and I held onto a handle on the side of the vehicle as we swung around a corner. Although I couldn’t see where we were going, I assumed that was the turn from the ski road onto the main highway to Destiny Falls. We weren’t far now.

“She’s so white.” I reached for Kennedy’s hand. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just let me do my job.” Asher’s words had no temper behind them. They were brusque. Businesslike. If I didn’t know him better, I might think this was no different from any other callout, but I could read the tension in his body. The intensity of his focus.

A few minutes later, we slowed and came to a stop. The rear doors opened, and Max leaped inside. He had a bag of medical supplies and placed it on the floor as he asked Asher to run him through Kennedy’s condition.

“There’s a chopper on the way,” Max said. “I’ve cleared the landing pad behind the clinic. ETA is ten minutes.”

Asher nodded. Max stepped up beside Kennedy, and I shuffled aside as he and Asher worked seamlessly. They had years of experience together, and it showed as they did what they could for Kennedy with few words spoken between them. The paramedic who’d been driving joined them, ushering me out of the ambulance.

A few minutes later, they carried her on a stretcher around the end of the building. I followed, listening to the roar of an approaching chopper. It was easy to spot in the darkening sky. Slowly, it descended. A door opened and Max and Asher loaded Kennedy inside. Asher jumped in, and Max glanced over his shoulder at me.

“It’s going to be a tight fit,” he yelled. “You want to ride with us or meet us there?”

In answer, I pulled myself into the chopper and claimed the only free seat. We rose into the air. I couldn’t see Kennedy from my position, so I distracted myself from the agonizing worry by messaging the group chat to say we had her, were on route to the hospital, and that the searchers could go home. A moment later, I received a private message from Mum, asking which hospital we were going to so they’d be able to meet us there. Emotion swelled in my chest, and I blinked rapidly, rubbing at the spot over my heart. I tapped out a response and checked the time. What if we were too slow? I couldn’t handle the thought.

The journey seemed to last forever.