Sienna’s POV

My shoulder screams as if the joint is about to tear apart.

Vivienne’s grip is damp, almost slippery, but her fingers are locked around my wrist so hard I can feel my heartbeat thudding into her hand. Beneath us, a slab of concrete waits—gray, icy, merciless.

I can’t make sense of it. Why did she grab me? Why didn’t she just… let me drop?

After everything I ripped from her—her childhood, her parents, even the man ...