I’m going to die, Dani thought, surprised even after all that had happened. The thought splintered as a stray bit of sun caught on something sticking out of the rock.
A last, desperate stretch and her hand closed round it.
She felt the shock in her joints as her body slid past and down, then stopped with a jerk that almost broke her grip when she slammed into rock.
She wasn’t falling. She wasn’t dead.
Not yet. Blood ran down her arm, warm and slick. The piton turned slick with it. And she was so tired.
