Unlikely Savior

Sloane’s mind raced. Panic surged through her veins. She could not let Blair hit the ground. She could not let history repeat itself. The phantom ropes from Mt. Vesper Academy tightened around her wrists.

Driven by sheer desperation, Sloane lunged forward. She reached out to catch Blair, her fingers straining to grip the fabric of Blair’s designer coat. She needed to break the fall. She needed to