Cold. Freezing cold. Minutes after Mia left the protection of the forest and rode the snowbike down the hill, where they'd taken with her car, she felt a deep, bone-freezing cold that was nearly unbearable. Droplets of ice were clinging to the corners of her eyes, snow was driving into her face, blinding her, her lips and arms and legs were stiff. The snowbike sped down the hill and slid sideways, but when she tried to slow the vehicle down, her limbs were so numb that it took awhile before her body could obey her brain's frantic command to react.
The only thing that wasn't numb from the cold was her sense of fear, the fear that Neil would catch her and prevent her from escaping and a new, strong fear that if he didn't, she would likely die out here, lost in the blizzard, buried beneath the snow with no one finding her body.
