Ice Diaries by Revellian Lexi

Author:Revellian, Lexi [Revellian, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Hoxton Press
Published: 2012-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

Ice Diaries ~ Lexi Revellian

CHAPTER 15

Dig two graves

I fell asleep ten seconds after my head hit the pillow. It had been a long day. In the small hours I woke to the sound of the wind howling round the building, and snow spattering intermittently on the windows. I’ve never got used to how black the nights are now. For most of my life, the streetlights’ orange glare meant it was never completely dark; awake at night, I could see well enough to go to the bathroom without turning on a light. These days, unless a full moon shines, the blackness is absolute.

I lay rigid, eyes open seeing nothing, heart beating fast, listening for sounds of people creeping about and trying to force an entry, hating being a sitting target. Imagining how much safer I’d feel if Morgan was lying beside me, I was tempted to light a candle and go and fetch him. He wouldn’t mind being woken; I was certain he’d make the move with enthusiasm, and then proceed to take my mind off my fears. That idea, and the memory of kissing him, made my heart beat in a much more agreeable way … But I hadn’t decided whether to travel south on his sled, and didn’t want to sleep with him then say goodbye, leaving me an emotional mess, yearning for him as well as David. And after all, he was only a few metres away over on the sofa if anyone did break in. He hardly stirred, either lacking imagination or confident in his theory that nothing would happen yet.

His proposition ran through my mind. It would be a gigantic leap into the unknown; not just because I didn’t know Morgan well, but because no one knew what was happening where the ice stopped, or where that was – the Mediterranean, North Africa? It could be full of warring factions mowing each other down with machine guns. But at least it wouldn’t be under twenty metres of snow … I tried to imagine what it would be like to travel south on the back of his snowmobile, camping in abandoned buildings on the way. The journey would be dangerous – we might die slowly of cold or hunger if anything went wrong, if the snowmobile broke down, for instance, or we ran out of supplies. How was he planning to cross the Channel? Would it be frozen over, or would we need a boat? I realized I no longer believed David might come to find me. I had to accept he was dead, and leave him out of my plans. I had a cautious faith in Morgan; it seemed to me, little as I knew him, that beneath a guarded, sometimes churlish exterior he had a basic decency one could rely on. And God knows I found him attractive.

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