“Don’t let go.”

Eli’s voice was raw, his hand gripping Lyla’s wrist like his life depended on it.

“Not planning on it,” she shot back, though her other arm trembled from holding both their weight against the crumbling ledge. The abyss below roared like it was hungry for them.

The rocks gave another crack.

Lyla’s heart stuttered.

“Eli !”

Too late.

The stone collapsed.

Both of them plummeted into darkness.

The fall wasn’t clean. Jagged rocks tore at their ...