Hailey's POV
The wind on the rooftop was merciless.
It tore through silk and skin alike, screaming across the open expanse as if it wanted to rip us from the building and scatter us across Manhattan in unrecognizable pieces. My hair whipped violently around my face, stinging my eyes, forcing tears I didn't have time to acknowledge. The city below glittered with cruel indifference, thousands of lights pulsing in the dark like it wasn't witnessing a life-or-death standoff forty stories in the air.
The woman didn't shoot.
She stood near the helipad entrance, feet planted wide, posture loose but ready, like a predator confident enough to wait. Her tactical mask erased any hint of humanity from her face, smooth and blank, but her body spoke fluently in threat. The weapon in her ha
