"I'd rather do this," she said, and flung herself sideways.
She was right; he was off guard and couldn't move fast enough to stop her. She felt free space below her feet and spinning terror as she realized the balconey was further back then she'd thought. She was going to miss it.
But she hadn't reckoned on Damon. His hand shot out, not quick enough to keep her on the roof, but keeping her from falling any further. It was as if her weight was nothing to him. Reflexively, Elena grasped the shingled edge of the roof and tried to get a knee up.
His voice was furious. "You little fool! If you're that eager to meet death I can introdue you myself."
"Let go of me," said Elena through her teeth. Someone was going to come out on the balconey at any second, she was sure of it. "Let go of me."
"Here and now?" Looking into those unfathomable black eyes, she realized he was serious. If she said yes he would drop her.
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