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I nodded.
The adrenaline started to simmer in my veins again. That delicious, terrifying spark that made everything else fade.
One breath in.
One out.
I ran.
The air screamed past my ears as I leapt, body suspended in a second that stretched impossibly long. I reached, legs extended, heart beating in my throat.
For one terrible second, I knew I wasn’t going to make it.
Then—my hands caught the metal rail.
My feet slammed into the platform.
I staggered. Wobbled. Cursed.
But I didn’t fall.
I turned, heart in my mouth.
“Jessa!”
She was already running.
“Wait—”
Too late.
She leapt, arms flung wide, form perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
Her foot slipped on takeoff.
Her trajectory dipped.
My stomach plummeted.
“Jessa!”
She hit the edge of the platform—fingertips grasping metal.
Her body swung violently, momentum dragging her downward.
I dropped to my knees, lunged for her.
Our eyes locked.
“Hold on!” I screamed, reaching over the edge.
She tried.
God, she tried.
But her grip slipped.