Chapter Twenty-Eight
Glass shattered overhead, and the sounds of grunting and scuffling echoed.
“Forget the backup—they won’t make it in time!” I ground out in a hushed tone, crouching low as I moved toward the source.
I glanced back at Logan, watching his frown deepen as he assessed the situation, before his eyes met mine, and he pointed up. The only way to intervene was by scaling the exterior of the deck.
Spiderperson, I was not.
I gripped the first joist and pulled myself up, working hand over hand. Granted, we were talking feet and not stories, but the effort was still sizable, especially when adding in the constraint of time, which was not in our favor.
And so, we climbed.
It would be nice to believe we were stealthy in our advance, but using one’s body weight to scale the sid
