Anna's POV
"Anna, grab my hand, quickly!"
Logan's voice cut through the night air, filled with desperation. My wrist was caught in his grasp. I could see the veins in his forehead bulging as his entire body trembled with exertion.
With the last of my strength, I reached out with my other hand and clutched his wrist in a death grip. "Logan... I... I can't hold on much longer..." My voice shook uncontrollably. In that terrifying moment, all I could think about was how devastated my mother and grandmother would be if anything happened to me.
"Don't look down! Focus on my eyes," Logan commanded, his voice strained but determined. "I've got you. I won't let you fall."
I could feel his grip tightening on my wrist, the muscles in his arm straining against his tailored suit. The railing groaned ominously beneath our combined weight, making my heart stop for a fraction of a second.
