Pride and Pancakes by Ellen Mint

Author:Ellen Mint [Mint, Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2019-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Beth!”

His gut somersaulted with her body. Tristan was helplessly pinned in place while she tumbled to the ice. When her poor back struck, her head jarring from the impact, he raised his skate to race to her.

Then he saw it.

Cracks spidered out from her fallen form, the ice splintering with white veins.

“Shit,” he gulped, slicing both legs to the side to stop himself. He did it so quickly he too nearly fell to the cracking ice. “Beth, can you hear me?”

She mumbled, telling him either she was in the midst of a swoon from the head trauma or out of air. But she wasn’t dead. Not yet, at least. The ice under her though, if it shattered…

Without a second thought, Tristan dropped to his stomach. Wet snow and melting lake water smeared across his chest as he crawled his way to her. All the while, he kept watching the white cracks spidering farther and farther out to consume the entire lake.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” he whispered to himself as he scrabbled on his elbows. With his chin nearly planted to the ice, all he could see was the blade of her skate and the shadow of her pants. The rest of her body was blocked as she didn’t move.

She shouldn’t move! “Whatever you do, stay down,” he instructed, uncertain if she could even hear him. On the one hand that was good, less likely for her to flail in pain. On the other, she needed to not be hurt. “I’m coming for you.”

The skate tipped to the side, smacking into the already fragile ice below her.

Stupid! What were you thinking? Why did you do this?

Cursing at himself, he banished the unhelpful thoughts. Tristan eased closer to her fallen form, and he felt the ground shudder below him. Whipping his head down, he stared at the once sturdy ice breaking into pieces. If he went any farther, it could set off the cascade.

He had to stay in place or he could take them both down. With his bare hand skirting above the wet ice, he reached out for her. The tips of his fingers knocked into the fallen skate, but they couldn’t get a grip. Damn it!

Relying on his abs, Tristan scrunched his back half up and slowly pushed the front part ahead, crawling like a caterpillar. The ice shuddered but remained intact. It got him another inch. Please let that be enough.

With a breath bottomed in his lungs, he skirted his hand out. Freezing cold glanced against his palm, trying to throw him off, but he hooked a finger onto the blade. He had no choice but to risk it and pulled with just that finger.

Tristan moved to her instead of the other way around. Cursing at the foolish action, he wrapped the rest of his fingers around the top of the blade. With his left hand lashed behind him, hoping to find anything to work as a grip, he began to tug. Her body shifted, but not enough.

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