Page 44 of When the Snowman Whispered
“Well, for one, I don’t want to freaking fall from the sky and die.” Tightening my shivering grip on him, I shut my eyes closed as the wind blew harder against my face. “Get us to where you want us to go and fast!”
“You won’t die.”
“Says who?”
“Says science and religion and me.”
Maybe the breathing and living snowman has a point.
Calm poured through me, yet my blood still rushed and my stomach dropped down to my feet. I opened my eyes and gazed down. A pack of howling wolves raced below, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. I’d never heard of wolves being in this area, but then I hadn’t known snowmen came alive either.
“No one dies,” he said again.
“But you’re dead,” I whispered.
“I’m only dead to you because you have not lived this way yet.”
“And will I live this way?”
“I don’t know. Are you lost? Do you need to be found?”
“I don’t know.”
The rest of my questions left my head.
Flying, he ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my curls. “You’re so soft and warm.”
He cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer into him, deepening his caresses and flying us forward.
We almost merged together, melding into the other and becoming one. I lay my head against his chest. His heartbeat in a hypnotic rhythm and no one could tell me that he wasn’t alive. Life flowed through his icy body. Electric and magical.
This is real.
And then the odd sensations shifted. Instead of going up, they zipped down as if we’d reached the top of the rollercoaster and were now descending. I opened my eyes.
He brought us down to a massive hill piled with several feet of snow.
When his feet touched the ground, they sank, deeper and deeper into the snow. Lowering and lowering. We must’ve sank five to six feet into the hill of snow.
We continued to lower into the snow-covered earth.
The ground rose past our ankles, then knees and hips.
Remy tucked his wings in. I held on closer to his hard body. I wasn’t sure when we would finally touch cold soil. The ground never met our feet.
Snow passed our elbows and shoulders.
I looked up. The opening of where we entered was several feet above our heads. The distant sky sparkled from that view.
There was no way that much snow had gathered on this hill.
We were not in reality.
I looked at Remy. “What is this? Where are we going?”
“Let go, Faith. Just let go.”
I blew out a long breath and just took the madness inside. I didn’t overthink or question each second. I just let it all happen.
