A terrified laugh from the radio. "The Key isn't on your side. That means it's the lock . If I pull the Key at the wrong time, the whole thing locks in place halfway and we're stranded."
"What about the Key?" Leo asked.
"A trick," Leo breathed. "If we don't pull the Key, the bridge resets."
Leo's heart hammered. Watcher. Mover. He was the watcher—he could see the intended final arrangement. She was the mover—she controlled the sequence of raising.
The wind didn't just blow across the Chasm—it screamed . Leo pressed his back against the frozen stone pillar, the collar of his coat whipping against his chin. Across the impossible gap, half-shrouded in sleet, stood the control tower where Elara was already frantically flipping levers.
Leo nodded, pulling her into a quick, fierce hug. "And we're still here. Let's not test that again."