Sarah Ziemann

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“Fall! Oh, die already!” She kicked her legs desperately, trying to reach my body. I curled one hand around the vent pipe and grabbed one of her feet with the other, then tugged her down to me. She gasped, turning flat on her stomach, trying to claw her way back up like a wet cat in a tub. I didn’t let go of her ankle, but I did climb up the ledge with her. When we got to the ridge, I flipped her flat on her back and straddled her waist. I couldn’t take any chances that she’d try to kill me again. She raised her fists in the air, attempting to catch my nose, my cheek, my neck. I grabbed both ...more
Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways, #2)
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