"Oh, fuck, please don't let me go!"
Peter's voice pitched up, pure panic now, the kind that made him sound younger than he wanted to.
"That's more like it, hang tight," Kael said and simply jumped down.
For a split second, Peter thought Kael had actually let go. His body lurched, and then Kael's other hand latched onto the silk.
For anyone else, it would have been suicide. After all, the lines from the spider silk were tough as steel, and definitely felt like steel. Trying to grip it and descend would fry one's hand before splitting it in half.
But for Kael, that wasn't the case.
The silk wasn't soft. It was abrasive, almost serrated in the way it resisted. It hummed faintly under tension like a wire pulled too tight. Kael's gauntlet was the only reason the plan wasn't instant mutilation. Even then, the moment he clamped down, heat and friction screamed in the air.
