The rail kept turning. Jade's boot slid from the shelf to the upright, and the bolt head ground under her sole. The top rung scraped past her hip. Ty's chest pressed into her forearm; his pelvis stayed against her other side. Nessa's right glove remained under black steel.
Jade kept her palm above Nessa's elbow. The rail pulled at the whole arm, not just the wrist. Each time the ridge beneath the receiver tightened, the glove went another fraction under the lip.
"Hold my upper arm, Jade. If you pin the joint, the pull takes my shoulder," Nessa said.
Jade shifted her grip. Nessa kept her left palm on the stone while the suited wrist twisted under the frame. Jade let her set her own weight.
Ty shifted his right hand from the rail onto the grooved rib at the upright. The bone sat in the notch above the hinge plate. His fingers spread against the iron as the rail went by, then closed around the rib when the current dragged the upright back.
