Page 32 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I exit the tent, since it’s offering zero protection at this point.

The temperature out here is Baltic. Cold wind rips through the atmosphere and threatens to take the tent with it. I shield my eyes from the snow, grounding my boots in the snow.

My second-in-command was right about this being life-threatening.

Our connection is lost, and the snow is coming in thicker.

“It will pass soon,” I say. “We just have to hold on until morning.”

I push open Sienna’s cabin door. My boots thumping against the wood should wake her if she’s asleep. She’s not, though. The bedroom door is wide open, and the bed is unmade.

I flick on a light and my stomach bottoms out when I realize all her stuff is gone.

Did she not listen to me the first time?

She’ll die if she tries to go back down the mountain.

I head back outside, and as I descend the stone steps, I see her shoes abandoned, and instantly know how serious this situation is. Sienna Lane was freaking out about a pull in her fur jacket yesterday. If she’s abandoned her beloved shoes, she really must be desperate to get out of here.

Why?

I kill the questions and charge through the snow instead. There’s no way her car will move out of this snow. The abandoned shoes tell me she has plans to get out of here without the car.

Four days later, I wake up and find my soldier next to me dead in his sleeping bag.

His eyebrows are covered in frost. And his face is the most frightening shade of gray I have ever seen in my life.

I step back, light-headed.

Guilt threatens to pull me under more than the three feet of snow around us.

I fly out of the tent and rush over to my second-in-command. “We have to go. Now.”

“We can’t.”

“Yes, we can.”

“Temperatures are even colder up in the air. We won’t be able to fly.”

“We have to try.”

My second-in-command searches my eyes, knowing exactly where this sudden sense of urgency has come from. “It’s too late. We had our chance four days ago.”

Terror freezes in my body. “Where are the other soldiers? We’re missing two-thirds of them.”

“Gone. They tried to leave and got trapped under a size three avalanche."

I see the Bentley and start sprinting through the snow. When I arrive, I hear movement.

I circle around the car, but she’s nowhere to be found.

And then I spot her, already heading down the road.

There’s no time to call her name. She’s too stubborn and won’t listen. I dart after her and capture her wrist, swinging her around harder than I mean to.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Sienna tenses in my grasp, sucking in a sharp breath.