Somehow, when Jiao pictured her death, it didn't involve drowning, bone crushing impact, or a heart attack caused by fear.
Eyeing the sheer drop, laced in darkness due to the late hour, she could too easily picture the several hundred feet of empty space, a scary chasm, bordered by ragged cliffs that funneled into the raging river below.
Jiao bit her lip. "You can't seriously expect me to jump? I'm a cat not a bird. What if I hit a rock? Or get eaten by a fish?" Or die of fright on the way down? A distinct possibility given the way her heart pounded, her palms sweated and her stomach roiled.
"To the first, you'll bounce. As for the second, you're too scrawny for most predators. Are you done making up excuses? We don't have much time. The guards will be making their sweep in less than four minutes."