“Jesse!”
Trey’s frantic shout sounded a long way off as I flailed wildly, reaching for anything to stop my fall to my death. The fingers of my right hand touched the lip of the opening, and I grabbed it, holding on with everything in me. I swung helplessly in the wind as I reached up with my other hand.
It took four tries for my hand to latch onto the raised edge. Above me, the banshee screeched and Trey shouted. I couldn’t hear Aaron and Adrian, which meant Trey was on his own against her.
I tried to climb up, but there were no footholds, and the more I moved, the more the metal edge bit into my fingers. I didn’t dare look down. This was nothing like hanging from the ferry. I would have survived hitting the river. There would be no surviving a twenty-five-story fall, even for a faerie.
