Marley's body slammed against the rusted railing, the cold metal biting into her back. Dane loomed over her, his eyes dark and menacing.
"Go on then, walk yourself down if you're so determined." He spat the words at her, his voice like ice.
Marley glared up at him, heart pounding against her ribs. She hated when he got this way, so cruel and domineering. But a small part of her thrilled at his commanding presence.
"Get up," he said coldly.
Marley gritted her teeth. "I can't. My ankle..."
Dane cut her off. "I don't have time for this. Get up now or I'll drag you out myself."
Marley's hands curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle. With effort, she pushed herself off the railing, putting all her weight on her left leg. Her right ankle screamed in protest, the joint swollen and bruised from her earlier fall.