Chapter Twenty-Nine
We freefall for a second. Then Nero rips at the shoulder of his backpack—which opens up, turning into a black parachute.
Is he into BASE jumping, or did he decide to carry a chute around after the helicopter incident?
The wind resistance slows our descent straight away—which is when the bomb finally goes off.
The bang vibrates through my inner organs and devastates my eardrums.
Glass, metal, and concrete shards rain onto us, and I pray they don’t slice through the chute.
“The elevator absorbed some of the impact,” Nero breathes into my ear. “I got you. You’ll be okay.”
His reassuring words do little to quell my shaking.
Though it might be my imagination, I think I also hear him mutter under his breath, “When I find them, whoever’s behind this will wish to have n
