CHAPTER 729. IN MY NEXT LIFE. The Antechamber of Hell

Perhaps the worst of all was that his hands were trembling—they trembled when he had to dress her, fasten those buttons, or pull up the zipper. Moving her as if she were a limp doll simply broke him in the worst way.

“Damn it, damn it!” he exhaled a desperate growl as he tried to finish dressing her no matter what.

He could feel that bitter tingling of tears trying to escape his eyes, but at that moment, he couldn’t afford to feel bad, not even to be scared.

He finished getting her as presentable as he could and lifted her in his arms, rushing her to the snowmobile and sitting her in front of him.

The only way he could keep her stable was by wrapping a couple of straps around her body, and Peter thanked God that he was at least good at that. Getting back to the ski station felt like the longest trip of his life, even though it only lasted a few minutes. However, as soon as he arrived, shouting that it was a medical emergency, they