Two options. That was all Seraphine had.
Jump — the same way Voren had, backwards off the cliff into the dark water below, trusting that the fall wouldn't kill her and that wherever Voren had gone he was still breathing. Or stay up here and fight her way through however many of them there were.
She looked at the water, then looked at the faces in front of her.
Voren hadn't come up and until she knew he was alive and whole at the bottom of that fall, she wasn't leaving this cliff without a fight.
She stayed.
"We've been trying to reach you for a while now." The one closest to her spoke first, his voice carrying the particular flatness of someone running through a script they've rehearsed.
His eyes moved over her in a way that had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with threat assessment. "You're well protected. Made our job difficult."
