The snow crashed down on him with his back taking the brunt of the impact.

"Eric!" she tried to touch his head. "Eric, move closer! Closer! It's fine if you are pressing against me!"

The space was far too small and though she wanted to grab his arm, her arm would bump into the wall as soon as she moved.

"... It's fine... I'm fine," Eric said weakly. "Just wait. It's not over yet..."

"Why are you so good to me, Eric? Is it really just because I'm Avery Tate's daughter? Is that really the only reason why you like me?" Darkness loomed over them and though Layla could not see his face, she could sense his breath on her skin. "I regret it now, Eric. I don't want to cut all ties with you."

"Let's talk about something else, Layla!" Eric did not know how much longer he could withstand it.

"If we get out of here alive, I'm marrying you," Layla said. "Eric, if you die and I get to live, I'm not marrying anyone for the rest of my life."

"Don't say that, Layla. I should have been dead a lon