It was on the sixth loop that I fucked up and missed the rope on the other side as I tried to put my foot back down. Instead of landing on something solid, I met air. I jerked to one side, the rope biting into my palms as I gripped it and hung in midair. My heart flew into my throat, and I kicked my feet, trying to find the tightrope. I hated how the blindfold made me lose all sense of direction except down. “Mark.” Chet’s voice cut through my panic, calm and steady. “Be still and let the ropes settle. Then reach to your left and you’ll feel it. Farrow, trust me,” he added when I flailed
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