She only dusted off her suit pants and peered around the next corner.
“Ready to look for your next excuse to waste time arguing?” she asked. “Or do you need me to catch you first?”
That was more than enough to prompt Patrick to take as much of a running start as he could in the winding hallway and launch himself. He drifted alarmingly close to the last few spikes but landed in an unscathed heap on the other side.
Wishing we could stay and argue some more, about anything other than the plan we were a part of, I prepared to do the same.
There were Shards coming after the others, and they needed us to hurry.
As I tried to measure the distance for the jump, I remembered that I couldn’t measure distance anymore.
“You been eaten by a Sliver-bear back there, Ben?” Patrick called out.
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