Natasha
I scream as Alex holds me at the railing, a g*n pointed at my head. I can’t make my limbs move well enough to fight him. He clamps a hand over my mouth and spins me to face out from the terrifying ledge. My vision swims at the height, and I suck in oxygen through my nose suddenly feeling like I can’t breathe.
Even before I spot Dima, I know it will be him. The knowledge comes neither with warmth nor rancor. Just certainty. Dima and I can’t help but orbit around each other, even after we’ve agreed we don’t want to.
“Okay, okay.” Dima immediately spreads his arms out to the side, his fingers lifted away from the g*n as he slowly bends his knees and lowers it to the ground. He keeps his eyes glued to Alex.
“Kick it this way,” Alex orders.
I try to jerk my face away from Alex’s ha
