Fourteen floors down. A fall from here would mean a messy end.

Taliyah's face drained of color. Terror choked her voice, her head desperately shaking.

Rosalynn's voice was ice-cold. “Clear-headed yet? Or do you need more taste of the fresh air?"

She pushed Taliyah further out.

A whimper escaped her lips. Her head shook frantically, tears welling in her eyes. She was on the verge of fainting from sheer terror.