Roman's POV
Kael had used his Alpha power to throw me back, overpowering me completely. His decision was made. He was ready to kill her. Just as I hit the ground, a sharp gust of wind rushed past me.
By the time I scrambled to my feet, it was already too late. He had let go. I saw her small body slipping from his grasp.
Eira.
My heart nearly stopped. This wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want her to die. Fighting against the ache rising in my chest, I rushed toward the boundary wall, desperate for one last glimpse before she hit the ground.
Liam was right behind me, just as anxious and shaken.
We reached the edge together and looked down. I braced myself for the sight of her broken body lying far below.
But instead, I saw something else.
Lucian.
That madman was hanging from the rooftop wall with one hand gripping the edge tightly. His legs were braced against the surface, holding his balance, while his other hand clutched a frail arm—Eira's arm.
Lucian had saved her.
