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I didn’t trust that. Not in the fucking least.

They were dressed in costumes.

With masks.

And talking about jumping off a goddamn roof.

How the hell was I supposed to trust that?

And until he expected me to jump off a roof… I was supposed to do what exactly? Stand here and wait for the inevitable? Just wait for the vampires to come and get us?

I was losing my goddamn mind.

Across the roof, ice crept along the doorway, covering every inch of the frame. Layer by layer, it began to thicken.

“Get ready,” he said.

“For what?” I asked. I tried to pull my arm free, but his hold on my arm grew impossibly tight.

“Don’t let go of me, keep your body straight, and no screaming, got it?” he continued as if I hadn’t said anything. I opened my mouth to say more, but he kept going. “And don’t lock your knees. You’ll fucking break something, and then I’ll have to carry you.”

“Go!” Andrea shouted as she and Nash sprinted through the door. Ice grew quickly, blocking off the door. I heard the slam of the vampires against the barrier she’d created.

There was blood.

There was a limp.

There was an utter onslaught of panic and fear.

“Remember the rules,” Cobalt told me. “Hold on tight.”

“For what?”

“We’re going to jump—”

“The hell we are!”

“Yes, we are!”

“No, we aren’t!”

“Don’t let go,” he repeated and dragged me over the edge with him.

I screamed.

He didn’t.

Instead of us falling, a rush of air pushed us up, sending us careening straight up the goddamn building next to us.

I did the only thing I could do—I screamed and scrambled to hold on for dear life.

CHAPTER 27

We were flying.

We were fucking flying.

I don’t even know how, but we were flying.