Chapter 100

The world was nothing but rope and sky and Sloane’s laugh when she shoved again, harder, faster, until the swing arced so high my stomach tried to climb out my throat.

“You bastard!” I barked over the wind, half-protest, half-laugh. Then the crack sounded like a gunshot. The rope sang, the tyre lurched, and the whole bloody branch above us split with a rotten snap. Everything turned inside out. Ai