Chapter 21: Tragedy Strikes

“Skylar!” Illyra cried. She dropped to the ground, blood-soaked snow melting into her skirts.

She slapped his face. The king didn’t respond… not a wince, not a groan, nothing.

“D*mmit, I’m not a healer,” she muttered.

A frigid wind whipped around them. She shivered and pulled her cape closer. The king was either going to bleed to death or freeze to death.

Illyra peeled the tatters of his clothes away, the impaling icicle in his side already melting. That was no good. As soon as it melted, there wouldn’t be anything to hold back the blood.

“You’re determined to make this difficult, aren’t you?” she grumbled.

Ignoring the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest, which under normal circumstances would have made her blush, Illyra ripped the icicle from Skylar.

He grunted, head lolling to the side.