At first, he was sure she’d fallen to her death right before his eyes. That thought hit him a lot harder than it should have. The pain was indescribable. But somehow, against all odds, he felt warmth in his palm and a weight on his arm that made his spirits soar with relief. He’d caught her.… Looking over the side of the hole, he saw her panicked face staring up at him, and that was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in over a century. She was alive. Abigail’s heart thumped wildly as she swung in a precarious arc. The only thing that kept her from crashing onto the marble floor ten feet below was one hand. And it belonged to her enemy. “I gotcha.” Sundown’s grip tightened on her hand in a silent promise that he wouldn’t let go. She locked both her hands around his and hoped he wasn’t holding a grudge against her for anything.
