Chapter Twenty-Five
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RubbleThere was the sense of plummeting, of falling away. Like peregrines striking for prey, we hurtled down at such velocity that my body rose into the air to leave me suspended clawing for the floor. The laws of physics that my parents had preached took me then and pressed my back against the ceiling like a foot on a throat. It was the strangest sensation that plummet to hell with nothing but quiet for a fanfare.
I resigned myself to the certainty of death, so close to Linka's outstretched fingers, yet so far. Fortunately, another had not given way so easily.
Walter made the move to save us, not I. He flipped over, released Aurora, who was pinioned to the ceiling and then braced himself to the beamed roof. Inch by inch, he made ground, dragging himself hand ov
