Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lyra’s words were like the final snowflake that broke the avalanche-crushing what little consciousness I had left.

I wanted to slap her across the face, but the severe altitude sickness had drained every ounce of strength from my body.

Slumped helplessly against the ice wall, I could feel my body heat bleeding away into nothing.

Just as the darkness began to swallow my vision, Lyra leaned in again-as if she hadn’t done enough.

Her eyes flickered with something vicious, and she suddenly reached out and yanked at my down jacket.

Oh Isolde, are you getting overheated? Your face is so flushed-let me help you cool down!”

IIIP-

The high-quality windproof fabric tore open with a brutal sound, leaving a gaping hole.

My neck and chest were instantly exposed to the sub-zero mountain air.

he frigid wind hit me like thousands of tiny ice picks, stabbing into my skin.

You…!”

glared at her, trying to scream, but only managed broken gasping sounds.

My body began shaking violently from hypothermia, completely out of control.

yra quickly stepped back and instantly switched to a look of panic:

Cassian! Isolde just… she tore her own jacket open! I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listen!”

Cassian immediately spun around at her shout. Seeing my exposed chest and Lyra’s fake distressed expression, his face darkened

with fury.

[solde Veyra!”

le stormed over, his voice dripping with irritation and rage.

How far are you gonna take this little tantrum?! Another pathetic show for attention?!”

le didn’t give me a single chance to explain-or maybe he just didn’t give a damn about the truth.

It wasn’t… me… it was… her…”

My teeth chattered uncontrollably as I forced out those last few words with everything I had left.

Enough!” Cassian cut me off.

It’s always someone else’s fault with you! You can’t control your emotions, so now you’re gonna threaten us with self-harm?!”

You think this is fun? Think this will make me feel sorry for you?”

Well, it’s NOT WORKING! You just look completely pathetic!”

Cassian’s words pounded me like hail, sharp and brutal.

He stared at me collapsed in the snow, his eyes completely void of warmth-just raw, undisguised disgust.

“Fine, Isolde. You wanna keep up this pathetic act?”

He let out a cold laugh and adjusted his face mask.

Then knock yourself out! We’re taking ten more minutes, then we’re heading to the next shoot.”

‘If you can’t keep up, you can stay here on this mountain and put on your little pity party for the snowdrifts!”

He turned away without a second glance.

Everyone else kept their heads down, fussing with equipment and chatting about the next location.

Not one of them gave a single shit whether I lived or died.

yra shot me one last dismissive look, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

lay there in the brutal cold, my violent shivering slowly fading to nothing.

Every breath became impossibly difficult, and even the searing pain in my lungs was starting to go numb.

My vision grew darker, my hearing more and more muffled.

All I could hear was the rustle of them packing up gear-nobody even bothered to glance back.

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