Damien POV
I’m falling.
Plummeting down a cliff, my body dragged by an invisible force, my fingers scraping uselessly against the rock as I search for something anything to hold on to. Gravity owns me. It never relents.
Am I dead?
Am I falling straight into hell?
My stomach twists painfully with the endless drop until, at the last second, my hand snags a strip of grass jutting from the cliff face. The fall jerks to a halt so violently it steals the breath from my lungs.
This cliff has no end.
I glance down at my feet, dangling over nothing. No ground below. No sky above. Just stone stretching endlessly in both directions, as if the world exists only as this sheer wall.
Gritting my teeth, I haul myself upward. Pain flares through my back, sharp and familiar the bullet wounds are sti
