Cold As Ice ◆

"The ice is safer," Elias muttered, his breath hitching. "Nothing hurts when it's frozen."

He stood up, the legs of the stool screeching against the floor like a winter gale. He didn't finish the drink. Instead, he buttoned his coat, the first spark of heat returning to his chest. Cold as Ice

Elias didn't turn. "Plenty of people walked away that day, Sarah." "The ice is safer," Elias muttered, his breath hitching

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The town called him "The Glazier." It wasn't because of his trade, but because of his temperament. Since the accident at the quarry three years ago, Elias had moved through the world like a man carved from a glacier—sturdy, silent, and impossibly cold.

He finally looked at her. Her eyes were red-rimmed, a stark contrast to the pale, frozen mask of his own face. They had both lost brothers in that cave-in, but while Sarah had spent three years burning with rage, Elias had simply gone numb.