angel ankle

FIRST THINGS FIRST, I thought.
“Angel, instead of holding on to the rope, tie it around your chest, under your arms. We’ll pull you out.”
“But my —”
“I know, punkin,” I said determinedly. “We’ll just have to try.”
Fang and I together were strong enough to pull so hard that we’d break Angel’s ankle. She wouldn’t be able to hold on through that. Hence the tying. But at least she would be free. I still had no idea how to get Akila home.
“Okay, I’m ready,” came Angel’s small voice.
Fang and I nodded to each other, then slowly, firmly pulled on the rope. There was hardly any give. I heard Angel make a little wail of pain, but we kept pulling as it became harder and harder. Suddenly Angel cried out, and the rope was much easier to pull.
“Angel?”
“My foot’s out,” she said miserably.
We had her up top in a few seconds, and then we were both hugging her.


The Final Warning Chapter 57