Our combined weight had broken the brittle lip of the hole. As Kyle stumbled away, the crumbling followed his heavy steps. It was faster than he was.
A piece of the floor disappeared from under his heel, and he went down with a thud. My weight pushed him back hard, and his head smacked sharply against a stone pillar. His arms fell away from me, limp.
He’s going to fall, I realized.
Good, Melanie snarled.
If he falls, he can’t kill us, Wanda. If he doesn’t fall, he will.