The good news was the fact that the positioning of the rack provided a containment of sorts for its products, so they didn't crash all over the place. The bad news was that once the rack crashed to the floor, a shard of iron shot up in the air like a bullet, and sliced across Jonah's upper arm, leaving a deep gash.
“DAMMIT!” His arm felt like it had been stabbed with the world's hottest knife, but at least he maintained the presence of mind to hold on to Terrence. Reena winced at the cut.
With a feline's grace, Aloisa dropped from her perch, and grinned at them. “Done good, didn't I?” she asked.
Even though his brain urged him to say something else, Jonah managed a smile. “Very nice, Aloisa. Very nice indeed.”
“Are you crazy?” hissed Terrence. “What if that had been your face?”
“Shut
