Chapter Twenty-Three
I look down.
There are people staring up and pointing at me.
So that’s where the noise was coming from. Too bad they have no cellphones with cameras on this world. This feat could’ve gone viral.
All right. Time to figure out how this flying thing works.
I wish to float up.
To my amazement, I do.
Now that it’s finally working, flying reminds me of the way I float during Headspace joining with other seers—only I feel even lighter.
Slowly, I float up to double-digit floors. Then, moving faster and faster, I reach the twenties and locate the broken window from which I came.
The giant wolf is staring out of the frame at me, ears pinned back and his teeth bared in a snarl.
“We have some unfinished business, you and I,” I hiss at him dramatically. “I have a lot of q
