Lily’s POV

The stick bit into my palm like it wanted to break me first.

My legs kicked useless over empty air. Wind howled up the cliff face and stole every breath I tried to take. Below me the dark waited black water, sharp rocks, nothing that would catch a falling body gently.

“Mia please!” The word tore out of me raw. “Pull me up! Please, I’m slipping….!”

She just stood there at the edge, hair whipping across her face, looking down at me the way someone looks at something already dead. No panic. No sisterly horror. Only that cold, disgusted set to her mouth.

“I don’t want Lucian!” I...