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Vanya ran along the edge of the roof, then jumped down to the next level. From here, it was only a short drop to the ground.
She’d watched, from the girders on a broken roof, as Rodin and Corby talked to Arivan. She’d seen the guns drawn, seen the fear in Corby and the firmness in Rodin. She’d noted the confidence of Arivan, and the hot spreading hatred of the mob.
When the mob had swarmed around Rodin, Corby and the two guards, Vanya held back, continued to observe. Corby grew more animated, Rodin remained calm. Then Corby stormed off, after the crowd, with his two guards on his heels.
Rodin had sauntered off, a roundabout route that still followed their general direction.
She dropped down next to him, as quietly as she could. He stiffened—at least he was alert.
“You tr
