It was a sound idea, so Boyd, who was peeking under her red blindfold, stood and reached out one hand to him before tugging the blindfold back down. If it didn't work, she'd rather it be her that splattered onto the floor than Hannah or Vlad's Helena. They better all have a real nice funeral for her and put her in a pretty dress, she thought, and Daniel better say real nice things about her, and Shane better promise not to rip anyone up no more.
She nodded, having decided all these things, and she stepped out onto the wire and teetered as she tried to overcompensate needlessly, her hand scared-cool in Aiden's. "Sugar, try not to let a girl die, if you can help it."