The inertia of limp bodies absorbed force far differently than stiff flailing ones; Claire knew that. What she didn't know was that even high fluffy piles of snow really, really hurt when you jumped off a building to land in one.
There was a general outcry above her, but the fresh powder sucked her in, hiding her long enough to slip down an icy corridor only someone as small as an Omega could fit through. Then she did what she did best. Claire ran.
From above, it looked as if she had simply vanished. Since she was already dead inside, she may as well have.End of Book One…