Chapter Twenty-Two
The adrenaline overdose makes the descent seem slow.
I marvel at how quickly my head wound and skin lacerations heal, but I also know no healing ability can save me from this fall—or the landing, to be more accurate.
Plummeting by the nineteenth floor or thereabouts, I recall something important.
The TV demonstration.
There should be people out there who believe I can fly.
I hope.
I certainly wouldn’t have believed it, and Felix wouldn’t have either. But Ariel might have.
So yeah. There’s got to be believers out there.
That, plus the fact that vampires—or at least Lilith—can fly, adds up to potentially good news for me.
Except I’m not flying.
I’m falling.
Why isn’t it working? Lilith said there wasn’t a special technique to it, but when I tried flying in the
