Still laying on the floor, Josh's heart hammered against his ribs.
Sparkle was still on top of him, her arms crossed over his head and face to shield him. He didn’t dare move. People were screaming, running past them, even over them.
Sparkle grunted when someone stepped on her, but she didn’t budge from her position atop him.
He could hear the sound of glass shattering close by, hitting the ground somewhere behind them with a sharp crash. The smell of smoke and burning wreckage was already thick in the air, as well as an audible roar that pulsed against his throbbing eardrums.
When the mass of panicking people around them began to thin out, Sparkle’s weight finally lifted from him. He sucked in a shaky breath, his compressed lungs aching with the effort, and dared to lift her head.
