the cold. The voice. But a hand reached out and grasped her soaking hair. It was a thick hand, heavily calloused from years of hard labor. “Jump,” the man said again. But this time, he didn’t wait for her to obey. Instead, he flung her by her hair. Her legs spun madly, desperately trying to gain traction on the slick roof. But the rain was coming down even heavier now, and her barefoot only caught the edge before she went flying over it. A scream caught in her throat, and the air roared in her ears. Somehow, during her fall, she flipped around and found herself staring at
