Winter s BladeChapter 10 Pitch
The metal plate of the catwalk clanked and hummed under their panicked feet. Jovie's constant pull on Em's arm both kept the shorter girl perpetually stumbling and kept her from falling as they raced to the end of the catwalk and plunged down the stairs. But when they reached the bottom, the tugging ceased; Jovie stuttered to a stop. What had seemed a mostly-straight run from the office windows looked very different from the bakery floor. Machinery loomed like great armored beasts in a...