(Scarlett’s POV)
My arm feels like it's being ripped from the socket.
Virginia's hand is slick with sweat, her fingers wrapped so tight around my wrist I can feel my pulse hammering against her palm. Below us, the concrete floor waits. Cold and unforgiving.
I don't understand why she caught me. Why she didn't just let me fall.
After everything I took from her—her childhood, her parents, even the man she loved—she hates my guts. And still, she held on when she could've just watched me die.
"I've got you," she gasps, her face twisted with effort. "I'm not letting go."
But she's slipping. I can feel it. Her grip loosens a fraction, then another. The muscles in her arm are trembling, giving out.
"Virginia, let me go," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You can't hold us both."
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