She fell to the side, slamming her hip against the ground, and slid toward the edge as if dragged. I lunged behind her, landing on my hands and feet before hitting my stomach, then locked my arm around her waist to hold her back. I swung her legs, bringing her feet back toward the door and the more stable portion of the ledge.

“Cam!” she shrieked. “He’s too heavy!”

I crawled forward to see that she had Dad’s hand, and it was twisting her arm at an angle that was going to snap it quickly.

“Dad!” I reached for him, following the line of Willow’s arm.

“Let me go. Don’t let her fall with me!” he called up.

Willow cried out.

I felt the killing calm come over me and welcomed it like a long-lost friend.

“I’ve got you.” I gripped his wrist with my left hand and immediately felt some of the strain lift from Willow’s arm. Then I reached around the back of Willow’s hand, her knuckles white from trying to keep Dad from falling. “Let go, Pika, so I can get two hands on him. You can’t lift him out at that angle. Let go.” I kept my voice soft even as my heart slammed against my chest.

“Cam?” she asked, still holding on to him.

“I promise I’ve got him.”

She released her hand, and Dad swung to the left before I could get his hand with my right. “Got you! Willow, get Gid.”

She scrambled for the door.

“Let me go,” Dad ordered.

“You have no idea how deep that goes, Dad. Just hold on.” Rocks crumbled from the area Willow had just vacated.

“Camden.”

My eyes met his, and it struck me how calm he was. How I’d been cursing the parts of me that were like him, only to be grateful for them later on.

“Gideon is coming, and we’ll pull you up. I just don’t have the leverage,” I told him. “You’re not slipping, and I’m strong enough to hold you.” Thank God he had on a fleece jacket. My hands would have slid right off his skin.

“The ledge is going to go. Do not do this.”

“The ledge is fine,” I shouted. “Gideon!” Where was he?

“I love you, Camden. And I know I was shit at showing it. But you were just so much like me. Sully and Xander, they were your mom, but you…in everything but looks, you were me. And Cal…he was the lovable one. The good one.”

Another section of rock gave way, and I heard footsteps hurrying toward us.

“Dad, you can tell me all about it later.”

“Let me go.”

I sucked in a breath, finally understanding what he was saying. “No, Dad. No.”

“I’m not taking you with me.”

“Holy shit,” Gideon shouted, hitting his stomach and sliding up next to me.