Dom released Chad and pulled his arms up to cover his head, only one making it before the bulk of the loft came down on them. There was no time to say anything; he couldn’t have given a warning if he wanted to. One moment he was cowering against the wall, the next he was covered in dust and bits of wood. Splinters pricked his skin, but he’d protected his face.
Dom coughed, swore. At least Kiko wasn’t here to see this. Being right up against the wall seemed to have spared him to some extent; though there were boards stretching above him, the majority of the damage was farther inward. He was relatively unharmed.
“Chad,” he said loudly, coughing. He put a hand over his mouth, not wanting to breathe in bits of wood. He kicked at the wood around him. “C’mon, Chad, say something. You were just
