Chapter 23 · The Fine Print Bites

The chain around Caden's chest snapped tight before I could get my knees under me.

He hit the black stone hard. His burned hands scraped across it, and the smell of cooked skin punched straight through the hot metal stink below the city.

I grabbed his coat.

Something grabbed me back.

My fingers locked around Caden's wrist while a second hand closed over my ankle. It looked like Milo's hand. Same scar across the knuckle. Same chipped black nail polish he had worn since he was seventeen.

It wasn't Milo.