I hear Lucian screaming my name. The terror in it seems to silence my fear enough that I reach out and grab for anything to stop my fall.
Suddenly, I'm plummeting past a piece of the rock wall big enough for me to close my hand around. I grab it.
I spend the next few seconds scrabbling with my other hand for another place to hold on to. But I find a handhold, and then I spend several more seconds moving first one foot, and then the other looking for a place to wedge my feet.
When I feel secure—as secure as anyone can feel clinging onto a cliff wall over a thousand-foot drop—I rest my forehead against the wall, close my eyes and try to relearn how to breathe.
"Cassia!" Lucian calls from overhead.
After taking another long breath, I lift my head to find him still leaning over. "I'm okay," I call back.
He shakes his head. "Let's not do that again, okay? I'd prefer my mate not to be some kind of stunt performer."
My eyes water. "Yeah, me too."
