Damon had just blown out the oil lamp. The room was plunged into dark, silver moonlight. He heard her sudden cry. His military reflexes activated instantly.
He moved with blinding speed. He rushed forward across the dark room. He closed the distance between them in two massive, incredibly fast steps.
He didn't just reach out to catch her arms. He knew her delicate bones could snap. Instead, he threw his entire, broad body forward, intending to use his own muscular frame as a heavy cushion for her fall.
He reached out his strong arms. He grabbed her firmly around her small waist just before she hit the floor.
His momentum was too fast to simply stop. He knew they were both going to fall heavily.
With a powerful, highly coordinated twist of his waist and strong shoulders, Damon spun them around in mid-air. He forcefully changed their direction so that his broad back was facing the floor. He made absolutely sure that he would be the one to hit the hard wood first.
THUD!
