“For God’s sake,” Constantin Stoica called to Karina Petri. “Jump!” Standing on a flimsy tree branch, Karina trembled. The adjacent trees were too far to jump to. And the ground below her waved in and out of focus. Her mouth went dry. “I’ll catch you,” Constantin called loudly. At thirteen, he was one year older and wiser. But he didn’t have to leap out of this pine from this terrifying height. “I’ll jump when I’m ready,” she shouted back with indignation. “How do you get yourself in these situations, Karina?” She shrugged. “I thought it would be fun to climb up here.” “And now it’s no fun climbing down, right?” She flashed him a dark look. Yet, secretly, she wasn’t mad at him at all. Have his eyes always been that green? Has he developed muscles in the past few months? He definitely seemed more grown up today. Her cheeks heated. “You’re twelve years old, Karina. Don’t be afraid.” “I am afraid.” “Well, my feet are frozen and I refuse to stand here all night.”
What do You think about Christmas At Thorncliff Towers?
