Chapter 16 - The Fall That Ended a Blood Feud
Enraged by the loss of his leverage, Julian grabbed Ethan by the lapels of his jacket, pulling both of them toward the low stone balustrade.
The old stone rail gave way under their combined weight with a loud cracking sound, sending loose mortar falling into the abyss.
Ethan managed to catch the edge of the firm concrete patio with his right hand, his fingers digging into the rough stone surface.
Julian slipped over the edge, his boots dangling in empty air above the ocean as he gripped Ethan's leather jacket with a desperate, white-knuckled hold.
"Ethan! Don't let me fall!" Julian screamed, terror replacing the unhinged rage that had consumed him for six long years.
Ethan groaned in agony as his shoulder strained to hold both of their body weights above the rocks below.
"Grab my other hand, Julian! Pull yourself up!" Ethan roared, reaching down with his left arm despite the excruciating pain in his chest.
Julian reached up, his fingers brushing against Ethan's hand, but his heavy wet coat began to tear under the immense gravitational pull.
"Ethan... tell Arthur... I hated him," Julian whispered, a tragic smile touching his lips as his grip tore completely from the leather jacket.
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Ethan screamed as Julian plummeted sixty feet into the churning ocean waves, his body disappearing beneath the white foam off the rocky coast.
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