Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

Turning, I scooped Lisa up in my arms, ignoring her startled gasp. The window was still open from the Assassin, so I leapt up onto it and briefly looed outside. There was a roof down below, one of those overhanging things by the front door – only about four feet of slate tiles or so, but enough to break our fall.

"W-Wait," Lisa yelled. "I can't survive that!"

"You'll be fine. Hold on."

Rather than give her time to doubt, I jumped out the window, grunting as her arms latched around my neck like a vice. We hit the slate hard and some gave way, shearing off the roof and down to the street below. I skidded and crouched low to try and limit the damage. Even so, we rolled off the edge and I had to get my feet beneath us as Lisa held on for dear life.

Luckily, the drop wasn't too bad. I made it with a grunt and a stumble, falling to one knee and placing Lisa down on the ground beside me. I had a feeling I'd pulled a muscle, but nothing too bad, which was lucky because more people dressed as the Night Guard were approaching.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]