“You know my name.”
“Later.”
“You better f*****g survive long enough to explain that.”
“Pull.”
We did.
The silver cut deeper into my wrist and her hands started smoking faintly where they touched the chain, but the bolt shifted another fraction.
She sucked in a breath through her teeth.
“Stop,” I whispered.
“No.”
“You’re literally cooking yourself.”
“I know.”
“You’ve said that twice now like it somehow makes this less insane.”
“Pull.”
So I pulled.
The beam cracked.
Hope hit me so hard it almost made me stupid.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Again.”
We pulled together.
The wood split louder this time.
Too f*****g loud.
We both froze when the wood cracked.
For one second, nothing happened on the other side of the wall, and I had the stupid, desperate hope that maybe they hadn’t heard it.
