Chapter 17 You Weren't Wearing Clothes I Saw Everything

• The instant the chandelier dropped; my heart clenched so hard it nearly stopped.
• Firelight burned across my vision. The air warped from the heat. In that one second, I almost saw the shape of death, like the iron tongs that once reached for me in the prison, clamping around my throat, cruel and cold.
• Right before the chandelier could smash into me, a huge black shadow lunged in from the side.