I had just stepped out of the stone hut when, all of a sudden, a large, well-defined hand shot out from the side and clamped tightly over my mouth and nose. Before I could react, the other arm wrapped firmly around my waist—and the next thing I knew, we were leaping off the edge of the cliff.
The scream caught in my throat. I hadn't even had time to cry out before the man landed steadily on a narrow rock ledge, barely half a meter wide, halfway down the cliff face.
Warm breath brushed against the shell of my ear.
“Don't be afraid. I'll let go in a second. Just don't scream—I swear, I'm not gonna hurt you—I just want to help."
I nodded. The hand covering my mouth released its grip, and the arm around my waist loosened at the same time, shifting from behind me to the front.
Now we stood
