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He said he'd burn the world to keep me warm. I believed him. That should have been my first warning.
Calla Vance is a bush pilot who flies by two rules: trust your instruments, and never stop looking for the father who vanished in the Alaskan wilderness thirteen years ago. But her highly structured life shatters when a bleeding, lethal stranger walks onto her dock with a gun and a demand: fly him into a deadly polar vortex, or die.
Orson "Bane" Colter is a disgraced ex-Army Ranger carrying stolen files that could bring down a massive criminal empire. He didn't want to take a hostage, but the syndicate's men are closing in, and Calla is the only pilot who knows the unmapped backcountry routes he needs to survive.
When the apocalyptic storm forces them to crash land on a frozen lake in the remote Brooks Range, survival becomes a brutal, deeply intimate game. Tethered together by thirty feet of climbing rope in minus-forty-degree temperatures, they must outlast ravenous wolf packs and the armed mercenaries tracking their every move. But the greatest danger isn't the cold or the killers. It's the blistering, undeniable heat building between captor and captive.
Bane is a man made of violence and secrets, and he's holding the one truth Calla has spent her entire life searching for. As the ice thaws between them and the lies unravel, Calla is left with an impossible choice: trust the ruthless man who kidnapped her, or walk into the whiteout alone.
Every crash begins with a decision to fly.
