She whimpered. But stopped clawing, and gave me a nod.
I started the motion—back and forth, using what little space the dangling bridge gave me. My shoulder screamed. My palm slipped further.
“One… two… three!”
I swung her up.
She screamed again, legs flailing—
And Callum, one hand on the wire, the other extended, caught her.
His arms locked around her, pushing her above him.
“I’ve got her!” he called.
I watched him push her up toward the support wire. She scrambled, crying and gasping, finally pulling herself to safety.
Callum turned back to me.
His hand reached down again. “Now you.”
I nodded, tears blurring my vision, just starting to reach—
SNAP.
The final wire holding the bridge gave out. Everything dropped.
I gasped, air rushing past my ears.
Caught.
A sharp jolt.
