Aria's POV
The violent cold air slammed into my lungs over and over.
I gasped, but the wind tore the breath from my mouth, shoving it back down my throat until I choked on it.
"Breathe," I told myself.
The rope snapped tight around my waist. Pain exploded.
It was crushing—a deep, sickening pressure as the rope dug into my abdomen, forcing the air out of me in a broken cough.
I didn't dare look down. The moment my eyes dropped, the vast emptiness below seemed to pull at me, tugging at my chest, urging me forward.
Pins and needles spread through my feet. And something hit me.
Dad...
I came here to save Dad.
I couldn't die.
"Damon!" My voice broke, ripped apart by the wind. "Please..."
But he just stood there. Didn't even move.
"Lydia…" My thoughts trembled, scattered. Are we… ar
