The apprentice's scream ripped through the chamber. "S—saint!" Her hands shot to her mouth as her wide eyes locked on the empty window.
Rushing forward, she leaned out, expecting to see a broken body sprawled on the stones below. Instead, her breath caught in her throat.
"W–what…?"
Luther wasn't dead. Far from it. He was dangling like a cat clinging to life, his hands gripping a lower window ledge. He slid down, boots scraping the stone wall, then pushed off and landed on the temple grounds with a rough roll. Dust puffed up around him.
When he looked up, his golden-marked ears glinted in the light, and the stunned apprentice's eyes widened even further. Luther smirked, brushing his shirt off with exaggerated calm.
"See? Perfectly fine. Ten out of ten landing," he said, loud enough for her to hear. Then, with all the grace of someone who had no idea what he was doing, he turned on his heel and bolted.
"HE'S RUNNING AWAY!" the apprentice shrieked, nearly fainting.
