"Damn, Cole." Brant whines. "Can't you hurry it up? It's fucking cold out here."
"It's fucking cold inhere, too." Cole snaps. "Your cum was keeping me warm at first, but now it's just... cold."
I don't remember a ton about human biology, but I'm pretty sure she shouldn't feelcold... unless hypothermia is setting in.But if that was the case, she wouldn't be lying there so casually, taking everything like she does it just to help her sleep well at night.
She doesn't look like she's having fun, by any means, but she's not crying about it.
I bend down, pressing the snow globe into her fingers. I jump at the touch, nearly dropping it into her hand.
"Fuck." I mutter. "We gotta get her inside and warm her up quick."
"I'm almost there." Cole argues, tucking his chin and picking up his pace, pumping harder and faster.
"Think warm thoughts." Brant snorts, cupping his ears to try and offer them some warmth.
"I don't have time for you to fucking come." I shove his shoulder, trying to dislodge him. He only grips her thigh, pulling it up to allow him to sink deeper. "She's like a block of fucking ice."
"You're telling me." He groans, his hips snapping into her fast and rhythmic, nowhere near enough to release.
"Come on. You can fuck her later, but if she dies of hypothermia, you'll never get to finish."
"Says who?" Brant chuckles.
I turn my attention back to Nikki, lifting her face out of the snow enough to get a look at her. Her icy blue eyes are half lidded, and her lips are tinged purple, a weird contrast to the almost red splotches on her pale skin.
"Cole!" I warn, anger stealing into my voice as he ignores me, rutting into her and groaning.
"Scared she'll die?" Brant laughs. "What, you don't like killing anymore? You seemed to enjoy it last year when you pressed the barrel of a gun into her boyfriend's mouth."
I snap my head in his direction, pissed that he'd reveal that in front of her. Truthfully, I think she's too iced, literally andmetaphorically speaking, to have heard me. But he said it too casually, and we promised not to talk about it in front of anyone, ever... much less her.
"Watch out!"
The warning comes a half second before I see the snow globe out of the corner of my eye, moving right toward my head.
I snatch it out of the air before I even have a chance to realize exactly what she was trying to do. This fucking bitch really had the audacity to try and hit me with it?
Anger eclipses everything inside of me, and I don't think. I don't see her, I don't think about her. I just heft it in my hands and bring it down against her skull, watching it shatter as it hits a metal clip in her hair, water and glitter and shards of glass slipping down her face, followed quickly by a trickle of red.
It's not much, but it's vibrant, crimson... fresh.
At last, Cole has scrambled off of her, grumbling about getting nicked by a glass shard, and the reality of what I just did washes over me. The cut on her forehead looks deep, and there are a few smaller scratches, too, shards of glass strewn over her cheeks like tears.
"Fuck. I'm sorry."
She doesn't say anything, doesn't try to fight me off as I dust the glass off her cheekbones. Tiny slivers of it bite into my thumb and her skin, but blood doesn't flow from the small nicks as I try to undo the damage. There's a sliver of it right in the corner of her eye; if she blinks, it will get in there and fuck her up. Damn her for making me do this.
"Damn it, Nikki." I growl, picking the sliver of glass from her eye without her so much as batting an eyelash at me.
"She's fucking dead!" Cole yells, scrambling back as his conviction settles in.
"She's not dead." I shake my head. "She's hypothermic. Her body shut down from the cold. We just have to get her inside andwarm her up and she'll be fine. I didn't hit her hard enough to kill her..."
"Look how fucking deep you cut her!" Cole yells, pointing at her head, the gash wide open on her forehead. I squint, because it's not bleeding that much, but then I see the piece of glass that got embedded deep, the bone white color of her skull that I recognize from when I shattered Noah's last year.
He's right.
She's fucking dead.
