mentally prepared herself for what she instinctively knew came next. “Jump.” The voice was deep, gravelly. Authoritative. A voice that she knew she should probably listen to. But she couldn’t jump. “Jump.” Survival instincts suddenly took over, and she pivoted, intending to run back to the window, back inside. Away from the rain, the cold. The voice. But a hand reached out and grasped her soaking hair. It was a
