He screamed and dropped so fast, he ended up facedown on the tar. He could feel the heat from the sunlight against his skin, but it seeped into him like cold. Like miserable, horrible cold, and he started shivering like he’d stumbled into a snowstorm. There was liquid like chilled blood soaking him, and every single one of his nerves was burning with frostbite and gods, his chest, and he couldn’t move, and he couldn’t stop screaming.
He had nothing left to resist with when he felt Davidson and Tanya pulling him off the roof and dragging him back to the circle. The pain lessened as soon as all of him was inside, enough to let him stop screaming and sob in relief instead. But the pain didn’t go away.