I wasn't even halfway up the cliff when my muscles started screaming in protest. My hands were cramping in pain, but I ignored everything. My entire world seemed to narrow down into one mindless chant.
Hand, hand, foot, foot, push up. Hand, hand, foot, foot, push up. Hand, hand, foot, foot, push up.
The words flowed from my mouth even as Tank and Dimitri tried to distract me. The two men were on either side of me, keeping up with my pace. Not going any faster and not falling behind. Luca stayed directly behind me.
I knew it was so that he could catch me before I plunged to my death, but I refused to be weak. My house was up there, and by everything holy and unholy, I was going to get my answers, even if I had to burn everything down and start from scratch.
