Jenna placed her hands on her hips, staring up at the towering wall before her. At that moment, she envied every creature gifted with the ability to fly. Her gaze drifted to the side, and she sprinted a few meters behind a wide house, seeking cover as she prepared her escape.
The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, soaking her to the bone. It did nothing to help her situation, but she had no control over that. She rolled her shoulders, pushed up the sleeves of her soaked gray dress, and stood before the tall wooden fence with steely determination.
It was probably twice her height. Still, with the right skill, she believed she could scale it.
Then reality hit.
She wasn’t skilled. She was the opposite—utterly lazy.
Regardless, Jenna planted her hands against the slick, brown wood
