The wind tore at my clothes. It screamed in my ears.I fell.For a heartbeat, there was only the sickening, absolute realization of gravity. The stone walls of Rathbourne Keep blurred. The air ripped the oxygen from my lungs.This is it. This is how I end. I failed.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the rocks below.But the end refused to come.My descent stopped with a violent, jarring impact. I was lying on a wide, sloping stone ledge, hidden beneath the parapet.I gasped, pain radiating through my spine and ribs. I lay there, stunned, my lungs fighting for air. I blinked, forcing my vision to clear.I scrambled backward, pressing my spine against the damp, cold stone wall. My heart hammered against my ribs.I looked up.Marcus Blackwood stood at the very edge of the roof, his massive silhouette blocking the moonlight. He was laughing—a cold, cruel sound.“The Anchor falls,” Blackwood’s voice boomed down. “A pity. She had spirit.”He paused. I held my breath.“Zev,” Blackwood cal
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