A Fate So Cold

Chapter LVI. Domenic

LVI

DOMENIC

WINTER

He suffered.

Merciless, agonizing cold seared across his skin and clotted the blood in his veins, and the ice entombing him tightened its grasp while his insides froze and bulged, and the scream he’d cried out crystallized into a sheath across his lips, and the frost stabbed needles into his eyes and his broken heart battered his ribs like an ice pick and the terror, the failure, lashed through him, a storm of its own, until the heat within him sputtered, then waned, then finally, hopelessly snuffed out.

For all that he’d sacrificed, for all that he’d agonized twisting himself into someone greater than he was, he’d ignored a simple possibility.

His destiny was a terrible one.