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there was no time to stop and cover his ears. He grabbed the lady and spun her away from the vehicle with such force that they almost toppled over the ledge together. 
    The car slammed into the low wall, inches away from them, and came to a stop. Fortunately, it didn’t go over the edge. There was a man inside the upturned car, and he looked unconscious, blood dripping from his head.
    The cry of police sirens drew closer.
    Nick realised how hard his grip on the woman was, and with that realisation came another. She wasn’t dead. I saved her.
    ‘Sorry,’ he said, letting go of her. He looked at her oval face, trying to catch her eyes. They were cerulean blue, but she didn’t look back at him. Her hair was blonde and rested on her shoulders, slightly dishevelled from the incident. She was almost as tall as him, with a slim figure … a great figure.
    ‘No, it’s fine.’ She let out a heavy breath, seemingly startled. ‘I’ve got to go.’ She turned without another word and headed away from the scene.
    What if the police want a statement from her?
    Nick didn’t know what to do as the woman hurried out of sight. Pulling himself together, he called for an ambulance. Moments later, a police car pulled up, and Nick moved away from the crumpled vehicle.
    Even with all the commotion, only three things were on his mind. One: The woman he’d saved was gorgeous. Two: He’d had a real premonition and saved someone’s life. And three: She didn’t even say thank you to him for saving her!

Chapter 2
    The car flipped and rolled, heading straight for her. She knew in that moment there was no way out of it. Air thumped out of her chest. Pain engulfed her, almost numbing. The impact flung her over the edge. She heard the speed of her descent, the swish on the way down. Her mind writhed in pure terror as she met the street below.
    But that didn’t happen, did it? She opened her eyes, and a dark-haired guy gripped her tightly. What just happened?
    She felt herself go over the side and fall … to her death. I died … It didn’t make sense. Why was she here, alive?
    ‘Sorry,’ the man gripping her said.
    Maybe I’m disorientated or in shock? It must be that. She felt different and she knew it. Altered on a deep level, as if all the cells in her body had changed, like she was zinging with a new kind of energy. She was there, but also wasn’t.
    The wrecked car lay near her. She blankly stared at it then glanced over the edge at the sheer drop. Her face buckled, cringing. With too much to take in, she wanted to get away from the confusion.
    ‘No, it’s fine,’ she said, releasing a breath she’d held prisoner. ‘I’ve got to go.’ She hurried away from the scene and the man who’d been holding her.
    Once out of sight, she stopped in an alley to catch her breath. Examining herself, she checked for marks and cuts, but found nothing. The man had grabbed her so hard that her arms were sore; they were surely going to bruise. She reached one hand up to her head and touched her skull. I felt myself hit the ground.
    Did the dark-haired stranger save her? She couldn’t remember. All she recalled was slamming into the grim cobbles of the lower grounds, but then she was in his arms. It was difficult to even bring his face to mind. After shaking her head, she started walking again.
    Heading towards the bus station, she took out her mobile with an unsteady hand. Her body shook but she managed to search through the contacts. She found ‘Kim’ and pressed the call button.
    ‘Hey, Juliet, I’ll be in town soon. I can’t wait to see you!’ a voice on the other end squeaked.
    ‘I’m heading back to Chanton. I’m not feeling well.’
    ‘What? What’s wrong with you?’
    ‘I feel dizzy. I have a headache … I’m just not in the mood to shop anymore.’ Juliet lied, but she didn’t want to mention the near miss she’d just had. It all seemed blurry now anyway. And although she detested lying, if she told her best friend