Kiara's POV
(... still hanging)
"Ummm, to be honest," I said, trying very hard to keep my voice from wobbling while my shoulders were actively divorcing my arms, "I don't understand a single thing you're saying, mister. Ummm… can you please put me down so we can have a civil conversation?"
There was the faintest pause behind me.
Then, pleasantly came a response.
"Alright."
The air whooped around my wrists.
Clink!!!
Like someone had taken dainty little scissors and *snip snip* cut a ribbon at a charity gala.
For half a second, my brain went—"Oh. That was easy."
But then gravity went—"MY TURN!"
"FUCK!" I screamed as my body dropped like a sack of rotten potatoes.
The wind slapped my face so hard my cheeks flapped. My stomach shot straight up into my throat. My legs bicycled uselessly in the air like I could somehow pedal myself back onto the balcony.
This was not the dignified death I had envisioned.
I had exactly enough time mid-fall to think:
