Chapter 611

• Blaise stopped and turned to check that her gear was still secured. Tugging on the glove, she pulled it off and wiped her hand over her numb cheek. It was going to take hours to thaw out once she got to the cabin. Briefly, she was missing the warmer climate she grew up in where it never snowed—until she remembered why her family had left there in the first place. She’d take the snow any day.
• Working the glove back on, she was thankful she’d grabbed them and the snowsuit from in the shed. Raymond Hardy thought of everything, otherwise, she would have headed out in this storm dressed as she was and would have frozen to death. She did regret not taking one of the helmets. It would have kept her face warmer. Pulling the collar up, she tugged it over her mouth and then revved the machine. Turning it slowly to the left, she throttled it up and crouched again. She’d already found out the hard way that sitting made fast movement harder and as a result avoiding trees almost impossible.
• She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but when she saw the lights, she blew out a hot breath that traveled down to her neck inside the material. She’d made it and could still feel most parts of her body. Her feet were questionable, none of the boots in the shed had fit her, so she’d had to wear her shitkickers. Normally she loved her boots, but the steel plate in the toes had been the first thing to freeze. She wondered if shifting to rejuvenate was a good or bad idea when she was this cold. Maybe she’d message and ask Kenzo; he probably had more experience with it—considering his animal was more than comfortable in the snow and cold.