My feet stumbled as I walked to the door and turned the lock. Damian lay still, with his eyes closed, body so cold and still...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cursed out loud, pulling out clothes from my space that were more suitable for climbing the jagged rocks below the balcony.
Leaning over the edge, I gulped, feeling that I was higher up than I remembered.
I could compare it to being maybe twenty stories high if this was just a building.
The rope I had just didn't seem long enough, but it was all I had...
Tying one end securely to the balcony, I yanked it countless times to confirm the strength of the unfamiliar knot.
I vaguely remembered Master had been the one to teach me to tie it.
I fastened the other end around my body, remembering the way Master had taught me this when I was Hannah, putting me through similar training as his men.
The only time he wasn't gentle with me was during this hellish six-month-long training.
