Angela's POV
The concrete was coming up fast.
My claws scraped deep grooves into the railing as I went over, slowing me just enough that I could curl my arms around my stomach before I hit the stairs.
I tumbled down hard. Landed on the stairwell landing and didn't move. Everything had happened so fast.
Above me on the landing, I heard Adrienne and Rosalie hit the floor. The chaos of tangled limbs and shouts and the sharp c***k of someone's elbow against stone.
The stairwell light clicked off. Motion sensor. No movement detected.
In the dim light filtering in from the corridor above, I could just make out Jake's hand — still outstretched toward where I'd been standing. Still open. Still reaching. Like the shock had frozen him before he could process that he'd missed.
He reached for y
