Chapter 120

Unfortunately, it was useless. This was a natural lake, with only a small section stretching into the Kensington family's backyard.

Oakhaven's winters were bitter, but not enough to freeze the entire lake solid. Even if Clara knelt on the thickest patch, her body heat would slowly melt the ice beneath her. Soon, it would give way, plunging her into the bone-chilling water. If Genevieve wanted her