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Ava watched Luca step onto the slick surface of the ice.

He teetered slightly before finding his balance. Face fixed in concentration, he moved slowly toward her.

“Hold on, Ava. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She watched through blurry eyes as he stepped onto the chunk of ice near her. She was amazed that he had not fallen through. Her body shivered so bad she could hardly keep him in her field of vision.

“Please go back,” she whispered.

Slowly, kneeling on a shelf of ice, he crouched over to grab for her sleeve. The green of his eyes was the only thing she could see clearly. His fingers gripped her wrist and he hauled her toward him, hoisting her over his shoulder. Ava wanted to say something, to force her body to work in some way, but she could not. She found herself slung head down, staring at the milky ice beneath Luca’s feet.

And then, with a sudden lurch, they both plunged through the ice.