A massive bundle of steel rods, weighing several tons, crashed onto the forecourt with a terrifying force—right where Cecilia had just been standing. If she hadn't dawdled a few steps back while bickering with Blaze, she would've been flattened in an instant.
The image of what could have happened flashed in her mind, and her face turned ghostly pale. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, fear and cold coursing through her like icy rivers. It felt as if invisible hands had wrapped around her throat, squeezing, making it impossible to breathe.
"Cecilia! Cecilia!"
Amid the haze of dust and debris, Blaze's urgent voice came through the phone. It was like a lifeline. Cecilia's numb fingers fumbled to hold the phone, but fear stole her voice—only ragged, uneven breaths escaped her lips.
