By the time they reached their destination, Yara Sterling's voice was almost inaudible.
She hadn't fainted. Her pained whimpers had just grown so quiet they were nearly lost in the wind and snow.
Right now, her eyes were wide open, her face deathly pale without a trace of color. Despite the sub-zero temperature, she was covered in a layer of sweat.
It wasn't from the heat; it was sweat born from pain.
At this moment, she wished she could just pass out. At least then the pain would stop.
But her body was so cold she couldn't faint.
In moments when her consciousness blurred and she felt close to death, the searing pain of her back scraping against the ground would immediately jolt her awake.
Every inch of her body was screaming in agony. She had never felt pain like this before.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she felt them stop. Stella Sterling was no longer dragging her.
'Is she finally going to let me go?'
