The fall lasted forever and no time at all.
Wind ripped the scream from Blair's throat and scattered it across the gorge walls. My arms locked around her waist on pure reflex, tucking her head against my chest and rotating us so my back would hit first because some suicidal part of my brain decided that shielding an heiress who wanted me dead was more important than protecting my own spine. The mist from the waterfall soaked through my ruined tactical suit in the first second. The roar of the river swallowed every other sound in the second after that.
Then we hit.
