"Oh God!!!"
Summer shrieked at the top of her lungs the instant I jumped through the shattered window frame with her cradled protectively in my arms.
She immediately clung to my neck with desperate intensity, her arms wrapping around me so tightly I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders and back. She pressed herself completely against my chest, determined not to let go under any circumstances.
Within seconds, I landed on the sandy ground below, my knees bending smoothly to absorb the impact and distribute the force.
No pain registered whatsoever. My enhanced legs handled the twelve-foot drop as effortlessly as stepping off a curb.
As expected, that height was genuinely nothing for my Dullahan-physiology—barely more challenging than a normal stride.
Summer slowly opened her eyes—apparently she'd squeezed them shut during the brief fall—and looked around in shock at our surroundings, processing that we'd actually survived the jump completely unharmed.
