Blood stormed between my ears as I felt along the loft floor for my bow and quiver. My fingers bumped a thin wooden pole and scratched its metal end across the ground. A rake from the sound of it. Beyond it, I found what I needed.
Still lying flat, I nocked an arrow, keeping it parallel to the ground. He really didn't need me, did he? Would sacrifice me to save himself.
I'd kill him. But first, I had to get myself out as fast as I could.
I hauled myself to a sitting position and pulled back the arrow, my hands steady. Inside, I cursed Grady's name again and again and again.
More glass shattered below, and then a second later, even more.
"Now, Aika," Grady hissed from the window he'd opened.
It was that moment I smelled smoke. He must've been a lot busier than opening a single window.
