Chapter 12

He moved, tugging his hand free from Drew. A plan formulated as he charged across the slippery surface, more self-assured on his skates than he had been when putting them first on.

“Artem!” Drew beckoned.

Artem pushed through the gathered group of people. A woman was crying in the arms of another as two men hung over the jagged edges, fishing for the victim. There was, in his mind, only one thing to do.

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It was like a scene out of a movie, sirens in the distance getting closer, sobbing from a wounded heart. A voice of authority started pushing them away as more cracking could be heard. Drew arrived just in time to see Artem ditch his skates, removing them quicker than any human hand possibly could have, and before anyone had a chance to stop him, Artem dove into the icy depths.

“Artem!” Drew yelled, his heart skipping a beat. He lunged for the gaping maw in the ice, strong arms preventing him from going any further. He prayed the demon knew what he was doing.

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