“Zinetti’s Snowkissed Bride CHAPTER ONE ‘I CAN’T believe you f-found me. I’m s-so cold, Meg. Are we going to d-die?’ The boy’s words were barely audible above the angry shriek of the wind and although she’d been standing still for less than two minutes, Meg could feel the icy fingers of cold reaching inside the padded layers of her high-performance jacket. Normally she would have relished the opportunity to pit her wits against the vicious weather, but she hadn’t planned on doing it with a badly... injured teenager. ‘We’re not going to die, Harry. I can’t possibly die yet because I haven’t done any of my Christmas shopping…’ She raised her voice so that he could hear her, knowing he needed reassurance almost as much as he needed emergency medical care. ‘And there’s a lump of mouldy cheese in my fridge I keep meaning to throw away. If my mum finds that, she’ll kill me, so we need to get back home as soon as we can.’ Ignoring the voice in her head reminding her that the wind chill decreased the temperature to minus fifteen and that the teenager had nasty injuries, Meg tore open the top of her backpack and dragged out the equipment she needed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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