Utter humiliation is what I expect when the ground leaves my feet and my stomach flips over my head.
It would be one thing if I had leapt down like Victoria just did. Daring yes, improper perhaps, but undeniably cool. Tumbling head over heels into the muddy dirt is another story though.
"Winter!" I hear Julian shout.
Then an unholy force takes hold of my wrist, an iron grasp that I identify in seconds.
I'm not sure if it is better or worse that I was caught. The wrenching sensation as my arm suddenly bears my entire weight pulls a wince out of me. It is only by sheer luck that its not my right arm, which I'm certain would be permanently disabled by now after everything she has been through in the last few months.
