The waterfall was vast, with long streams of light creating rainbows in sweeping arcs. The forest behind and around it formed a serene and beautiful backdrop, as if painted by a lovesick artist who found beauty in every detail.
It could have been a scene of pure romance—if Damon hadn't been leaping straight over the fall, with lesser demons scouring the forest above in search of him.
Actually, not him, the lady with him, who had been the sole reason he was dragged into this.
Normally people got pulled into his shenanigans, not the other way around.
He pulled the unconscious woman tighter into his arms as the force of gravity dragged them both toward the barely visible cloud of foam below.
Wind roared loudly with the backdrop of water behind them.
Water droplets battered his face and clothes, soaking him even before they reached the bottom. The wind tore at his hair, and the roar of the falls swallowed all other sound.
