Chapter 180
Fall thirty stories backward into the night and tell me you wouldn't scream.
Wind and my life rushed past. Blood streamed out of the bullet wound torn into my shoulder, hot drops flicking against my face. Being shot was exactly as horrible as seen on TV. Gripping my shoulder using my blood-slicked, non-busted wrist, my nerves locked in full-tilt agony, kept me busy for the first ten or so floors but thirty stories was a really long way to fall.
I had to take a break from my screaming because my throat was getting raw.
Closer and closer the ground came. I fired my magic, but lighting is not a handy spiderweb and gravity continued winning. To make matters worse, using my power had twisted me around so that I now fell face down.
Time to scream again.
Fifty feet... thirty... twenty... This was not going to be pretty.
I closed my eyes.