“No!” Keris lunged, slamming into his brother with greater force than he intended, sending Otis staggering sideways. Glass shattered. Keris lifted his head, seeing his brother fall backward, arms pinwheeling as he tried to catch hold of the window frame. “Otis!” He reached, his fingers brushing the leather of Otis’s boots as his brother plunged from sight. Thud. Cold shock rippled through Keris as he stood. No. It wasn’t possible. Otis hadn’t fallen. He took one step. Then another. Gripped the window frame and looked down. His stomach twisted, the contents rising. Otis had fallen.
Oh shit
