Chapter 11

Artem stared at him with childlike glee, eyes sparkling, and Drew melted a little more, the incident with the criminal easing from his mind.

“Okay, let’s give it a shot.” Something told him the demon had little to no experience when it came to ice. Things could get interesting. Besides, it put off the needed conversation, pushing it back again.

11

Exhilarating was the word that came to mind when Artem put blade to ice and glided slowly across it. Had he known what Drew was thinking, he would have confirmed the man’s suspicions that being on ice, literally, was new to him. There was a touch of envy as he watched others move smoothly, fluidly, as easily as if they were walking down the street. He wanted to possess such grace and confidence. Instead, his ankles wobbled and Drew kept a firm grip on his arm. Their progress was slow and Drew saved him from falling a handful of times, but the first time around had Artem convinced.