It felt like she had been falling for an eternity.
Stone hit her wings, tearing through the membranes and breaking fragile bones.
She cried out in pain, but there was no escape.
Nor was anyone coming to her aid.
For a split second, she was sure Goliath would save her.
The fool.
He was always too heroic for his own good.
But he had chosen her instead.
A human!
He saved the human and let her, his own mate, fall to her death.
The ground was getting closer.
The wind violently whipped her hair and whistled against her ears.
This was going to hurt.
She and pain were old acquaintances, but it didn't mean she enjoyed it.
She'd been burned alive once.
That had certainly been unpleasant, to say the least.
She would survive this fall, just as she had survived everything else.
…but he didn't know that.
He didn't know she was immortal.
He thought she was falling to her death.
…and he had let her.
He chose a human over her!
The last thing she thought about, before Demona hit the pavement with a sickeningly wet crunch, was how much she wanted to make Goliath and his little human pet suffer.