Betrayal's Cycle: A Love Forged

ped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. Every mile he covered felt l

her voice cheerful. "Liam! What a surpr

calm and authoritative as possible. "I'm calling becaus

ve? What on earth for?

self to be patient. "There's an extremely high risk of a major snow avalanche in the next f

g. She told us you were worried about this. It's very sweet of you, but really, we've

he had framed his warning as the overanxious worrying of a jilted boyfriend. "I'm a professio

aren't worried," Mrs. Moore said, her tone becoming a little sti

o do with that! It'

as if speaking to a child. "You've made your point. We'll be

" he nearly shouted into the phone. "

. We'll be fine. Tal

on. She was just placating him. They had no intention of leaving. The

ene was sickeningly peaceful. Tourists in brightly colored ski jackets walked down Main Street, laughing and carrying skis. The air was still and cold. There wa

reath fogging in the cold air. He had maybe an hour, ninety minutes at most, bef