Liam and Lana stood at the edge of the cliff, eyes fixed on what lay ahead.
Below them, instead of a river winding through the trees like Liam had hoped, there was only a deafening waterfall—raging and monstrous, crashing down a steep rock face that looked like it fell into the abyss. Even in the darkness of the night, the white spray of water gleamed faintly, and jagged rocks jutted out below like fangs waiting to shred whatever came near.
Liam's brows furrowed as he stared down. His grip around Vanessa tightened. Her body was limp but still breathing—barely. The wind whipped around them, and the distant sound of barking dogs reminded him that there was no turning back.
They had minutes, maybe seconds.
He turned, quickly scanning the tree line.
The dogs were coming.
Fast.
"Lana," he said calmly.
She turned to him, her eyes flickering between his face and the deadly fall below.
"Hug me," Liam said, lifting his arm slightly.
"What?" she asked, her voice full of confusion.
