"Run!"
The shout barely registered before the floor crumbled beneath us. I grabbed the edge of a steel beam, my palms scraping against the jagged metal. Above me, Mira clung to a pipe, her face pale, her grip slipping.
"Hold on!" I yelled, my voice hoarse.
Below, a jagged mess of debris loomed. Alessia was gone from sight, swallowed by the collapse. Panic clawed at my chest, but there was no time to think. I shifted my weight, trying to find footing, but the structure groaned under the strain.
"Mira!" I reached up, stretching as far as I could.
Her fingers slipped once, then again. "I can't—"
"You can!" I snapped.
Her eyes locked on mine, and she stretched her hand down. I lunged, gripping her wrist.