We got caught in a blizzard—me, my fiancé Melvin Dunn, a few of his colleagues, including Sally Blom.

Middle of the night, I woke up shaking. My heavy-duty sleeping bag—the one built for minus forty—was gone. In its place? A flimsy summer quilt.

Sally was curled up in my bag, fast asleep in Melvin's arms.

I shoved him hard. "Why is she in my sleeping bag?"

He pulled me aside, whispering, "Keep your voice down. Sally's kinda fragile—she's about to catch a cold. You're strong. You'll be fine."

I pointed at my feet, already numb. "So I'm supposed to freeze to death for you two because she's 'fragile'?"

He frowned. "God, Peyton, stop being so dramatic. It's just a sleeping bag. Think about the team for once."

I laughed, tears slipping down my face.

Didn't say another word. Just crawled back into the corner, grabbed the sat phone, and called my brother—Captain of Stormfang Rescue, an elite international search and rescue team.

"Hugh, come get me. The coordinates are... Remember—I'm alone."

Not long after, the anemometer outside the tent blared—a level ten wind warning.

Melvin stormed in, ripped the sat phone out of my hands, eyes wild.

"You? Did you call for help?" he snapped. "Do you even get what happens when a rescue team gets deployed? The whole climb's done! I've prepped a year for this!"

He didn't even look at me—didn't see how pale I was, how bad I was shaking.

"You went behind my back?" he shouted. "Trying to ruin me now?"

He grabbed me so hard, my stiff body slammed against the icy rock wall—and whatever warmth I had left disappeared.

I curled up, trying to get some feeling back in my feet. My voice came out weak. "The blizzard's getting worse. We could get buried any second. This isn't your backyard. I'm already hypothermic—what's so wrong with asking for help?"

Before Melvin could answer, Sally peeked out of my sleeping bag, all soft-voiced. "Peyton, don't take this the wrong way, but aren't you supposed to be a seasoned climber? Can't handle a little cold without crying rescue?"

She gave a tiny sigh. "If this gets out, we'll be a joke.

"And you know how much this climb means to Melvin. It's his final shot before the promotion. You really wanna blow all that?

"Are you seriously falling apart over this? Or does his future just not matter to you?"

She sounded sweet—but every word sliced.

Melvin's other buddies—here to "witness his success"—all turned on me.

"Peyton, you're so selfish. It's always about YOU."

"Yeah, we're a team. Melvin said you're the fittest one here. You can handle it."

The cold burned my lungs, but their words cut deeper.

I yanked up my pant leg, showing my ankles—already bruised and turning purple.

"Are you blind? My feet are frostbitten. Still think I'm being dramatic?"

Silence. Total dead air. Except Sally, still curled in Melvin's arms.

"So what if they are?" Melvin said. "Doesn't mean the world owes you anything."

Melvin stepped in close, towering over me, face twisted with disgust.

"Why is everyone else fine, but YOU'RE the one with frostbite? You just HAD to show off—dressing like that, pushing ahead. Now something goes wrong and you're blaming us?"

I wanted to argue—I was wearing top-tier gear—but the cold had sucked the strength right out of me.

My body kept crashing. The world spun, vision going fuzzy.

If I hadn't called Hugh when I did, I would've died up here—quiet and frozen.

I thought Melvin would tell the team to reinforce the tent and wait it out.

Instead, he barked, "Pack up. We're heading down while the storm's letting up. No way we're letting the rescue team laugh at us."

I forced myself upright, swaying. "You're kidding. Now?!"

That cold smirk slid in. "I'm the leader. My call. Not letting one selfish hiker wreck my career."

His eyes were locked—wild. No getting through to him.

"If you wanna rush down, fine. But I've got frostbite. I CAN'T move. I'm waiting for my brother."

Before he could speak, Sally shrieked, "No!"

She shot daggers at me, then spun to the others. "If we leave her, she'll blab about the sleeping bag. If we're clearing this, we HAVE to drag her with us. And if she talks? We say she's hallucinating from altitude sickness."

***

The rest of the team, all hyped up on Melvin and Sally's fake "team spirit," nodded like sheep.

I stared at Melvin's frozen expression, heart sinking. Still, I had to say it. "Melvin, fourth time I've saved your butt out here.

"Remember Raventon? You tried some dumb shortcut, slipped off a slope. I dragged you back from a mudslide, patched you up, sat with you till help came. You cried, held my hand like I was your hero. Swore you'd never turn on me.

"I know I'm nothing to you now... but please—after everything—just let me live."

For a second, guilt flickered in Melvin's eyes. He almost looked human.

Then Sally pinched his arm and hissed, "Don't go soft. If we leave her and anything happens, we're toast. One word from her and your promotion's toast too."

Whatever was left of his conscience? Gone. He stared me down, ice-cold.

"Quit guilt-tripping me. People move on. You're the only one who knows the way down. If you don't lead, we're screwed in this blizzard."

Sally jumped in. "Exactly. Don't even think about playing dead."

Watching their pathetic little performance, I knew appeals to the past were pointless. Time to throw my last card.

"Don't push me. Hugh Powell—captain of the Stormfang Rescue—is my brother. Lay a finger on me, and he'll bury you."

Sally cackled. "Oh please. Making up some brother to get out of walking? You're seriously a joke."

The others piled on.

"Yeah, sure. Captain Powell's your brother? Please. No way a guy like that's got a spoiled little sister."

Then Melvin slapped me—loud and sharp. The crack echoed through the tent.

"You're a disgrace," he snapped. "Lying like that—don't you feel pathetic? Say one more word, and I'll toss you into the snow myself."

He yanked my arm like he was about to drag me outside.

I knew they weren't backing down—they wanted me to lead. Fine. I stopped trying to explain and made one last ask.

"I'll go. But Sally needs to give back MY sleeping bag. I've got frostbite—I can't even move right—"

"Shut up," Melvin snapped. "You've got frostbite, which means you're dead weight. Why waste the best gear on you? Sally's new to this—she needs it more."

The way he said it, like it made perfect sense, hit colder than the wind.

I never thought the guy who once swore he'd protect me would trade my life for hers without blinking.

Ever since Sally parachuted into their department, Melvin changed. It was nonstop—"Sally this, Sally that."

I thought he was just being nice to the new hire. I mean, after everything we'd been through—after getting engaged—there's no way he'd toss all that for some girl faking the whole helpless-and-sweet act.

Yeah. I was stupid.

When I didn't move, Melvin stormed over and yanked me up.

"Don't think I won't lay hands on you. Get up and lead."

***

Left with no choice, I grabbed a trekking pole and forced my numb body to stand.

Sally strolled over, all fake concern. "Let me help you, Peyton."

Before I could shut her down, her hand clamped straight onto my injured ankle—hard.

The pain shot through me. My eyes burned with tears.

I shoved her off. "Get off me!"

She let out a dramatic yelp and dropped into the snow, eyes going red.

Melvin didn't even blink—he shoved me hard, nearly knocking me over. "What's wrong with you? She was helping! Why'd you push her?"

Sally jumped in, all sweet and sly. "Don't blame Peyton, Melvin. She's probably just upset I used her sleeping bag. I don't mind the drama. As long as she gets us down safe, that's what matters."

That only fired Melvin up more. He stormed over and slapped me—twice. Hard.

"Don't think you can push Sally around just because she's nice. Try laying a hand on her again and see what happens."

My ears rang. My cheek burned, already swelling.

But even that didn't hurt as much as the crack inside me.

I gave up trying to explain. Didn't even want to anymore.

"I can walk. I don't need her help."

Sally gave me that fake-innocent look. "It's not that you don't need help—you're just waiting to sneak off, aren't you?"

Melvin shot me a glare. "Don't try anything, Peyton. Slow us down, and you'll answer to me."

Then he turned to one of the guys. "Wayne, watch her. If she pulls anything, tie her up. With this blizzard, if something happens, we can just blame it all on the weather."