Heart of Frost and Scars (Frozen Fate #3) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
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Wilson ends the call with the promise to continue digging through the long list of potential suspects. The writing on the back of the photo may help us identify the culprit once we have a shorter list of perpetrators.

“I killed Denver,” Frankie whispers. “We received his heart. How is that possible?”

Kody scoots toward her, snaking an arm around her back.

“Wolf is still out there.” Her eyes water. “He could still be alive.”

The uncertainty gnaws at us, an ever-present agony made worse by a false sense of hope.

We all know Wolf didn’t survive that jump.

“We need to find that cabin,” I say, determination in my voice. “I’m calling Sirena.”

35

Leonid



Sirena arrives on the island two days later, her presence immediately noticeable. She strides through the front door with an air of confidence that turns heads and an elegance that makes the air around her crackle.

With her long, dark hair in a single braid over her shoulder, she sweeps those cunning blue eyes over our little group as if already figuring out how to use each of us to her advantage.

Professionalism may be her armor, but flirtation is her weapon, and she wields both with deadly precision.

I watch as she engages with Monty first, her demeanor respectful and her body language all business. She holds out maps and documentation, detailing her two months of searching for Wolf’s body.

She’s good, really good, answering questions before they’re asked and backing up her points with documentation and evidence. She’s done her research and seems to know the hills better than Kody and me.

But it’s the way she looks at us that stirs tension. There’s a playful glint in her eyes, a subtle curve of her lips that suggests she’s enjoying this a little too much.

Frankie stands off to the side, her narrowed gaze pinging from Sirena to me and back again.

My girl is wound tight, and who can blame her? The photo of Wolf’s body has devastated us, but Frankie has taken it the hardest.

Her fire-red hair falls over her face as she looks down, lost in her thoughts, in her grief.

I want to hug her, kiss her, and make her come. But she’s been standoffish and unreachable since the night Kody and I got arrested. Every attempt we’ve made to touch her has been shut down.

We’re giving her space. For now.

“We’ll fly over the Brooks Range here.” Sirena taps a circled grid on the map. “We’ll look for landmarks familiar to Leo and Kody and try to narrow down this two-hundred-thousand square mile haystack.”

Monty nods, his stoic expression betraying nothing. He’s a master of control, both in business and personal affairs. But even he can’t hide the worry in his icy blue eyes when he looks at Frankie.

He wants to go with us, but someone needs to stay on the island with her. It’s not just her panic about flying. The mere mention of returning to Hoss causes her to break out in a cold sweat.

As long as I live, I’ll ensure that she never returns to that place.

Kody and I don’t want to go back, either. But our relationship with the hills is different. It’s the only home we’ve ever known, and right now, it may be the key to finding Wolf’s body.

“When do we leave?” I ask Sirena.

“I’m watching the weather reports. Looks like we’ll be clear to fly by the end of the week.” She winks.

I glance at Kody, and his black eyes meet mine, a silent understanding passing between us.

We’re both worried about what we’ll find. Is Wolf dead, alive, or did he somehow escape the Arctic and is now stalking Frankie? The last time I saw him, he tried to shoot her.

His intentions are as murky as the Alaskan waters, creating relentless, nibbling doubt.

That night, tense silence cloaks the estate. Frankie’s distance has become a chasm that none of us know how to bridge.

I find myself sitting alone beside the pool, my feet dangling in the cool water. The stars offer little comfort as my thoughts churn with frustration and sadness.

The memories of Wolf, the haunting photo, and the uncertainty of his fate keep me from sleep.

The search for him feels like chasing shadows, and the hope of finding him alive only deepens my worry. If he is alive, where has he been for the past six months? Worse is the thought of him out there, possibly stalking Frankie.

Wolf wasn’t stable on a good day. Even if his body survived, what has become of his mind?

The light tread of footsteps interrupts my solitude. I look up to see Monty approaching, his default stern expression softened by concern.

He rolls up his sweatpants and sits beside me, lowering his feet into the water.

Silence weaves between us before he finally speaks. “I have a proposal for you.”

I raise an eyebrow. Monty is a man of many surprises, and his timing is never accidental.


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