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Luckily, we made it back downstairs and to the window undeterred—over which, I didn’t know whether to be elated or concerned. Brook climbed through first, and I handed her the bundle of files bound with a rubber band as I followed.
“What now?” she asked, as I straightened. “Do you have any more antics you want to try before we make our escape?”
“Nope.” I c****d my brow at her. “Now we’re going to run like crazy. You ready?”
In response, she slammed the roll of papers against my abdomen and bolted toward the moat, leaving me no option but to pursue and try not to get lashed by her trailing dark strands.
The parting air bristled every hair on my face as I cut through it. Each muscle in my legs groaned in complaint over the sudden demands placed upon them. Brook’s erupted speed had gi
