Chapter 13
Later on that night, an elaborate scene was being shot.
The finale.
The end.
And Shayde Damont was the star.
As she stood on the building’s ledge, the gloom permeated every brick and every broken bit of wood and glass that was scattered over the roof, bringing the script and plot to life. Clouds loomed in the sky, every shade of darkness from silver through storm grey left gaps only for the black sky. As she looked down into the canyons of New York and saw tiny cars moving along slowly, tiny people walking, some hurrying and others standing around smoking, talking, or crossing the streets. It was a dizzying sight but somehow refreshing with the cool wind blowing against her, sending her skirt billowing up. The thrust of the wind was so strong she almost lost her balance and
