Foster skidded to a halt, his blood turning to ice at the sight of Linh—suspended precariously, ten meters above the ground like a broken marionette.
"Well, well. Look who finally showed up."
Sienna raised a hand, her crimson lips curling as she pointed at Linh. "Tick-tock. She's got twenty minutes tops before that rope gives way. I only cut halfway through it."
Foster's eyes burned crimson, veins bulging at his temples as he glared. "What the hell do you want?"
Instead of answering, she kicked a rotting crate toward him. "Better start building a ladder. Though good luck with that—we're in the middle of nowhere. Even if you called an ambulance now..." She checked her watch with mock concern. "Oh dear, half an hour minimum."
His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, bones cre
