CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The fall wasn’t very long. I crashed into someone’s desk and immediately curled up into a protective ball as debris from the studio above rained down on me. I heard screams and the thunderous crash of expensive studio equipment being broken or shattered. Ceiling tiles and insulation crashed down on top of me, along with glass shards from Mirar’s glass bombs, which didn’t help the shards already embedded in my skin. The entire thing lasted maybe five seconds, but during that brief time, I became convinced that I had accidentally miscalculated and that Prime Man had indeed brought the entire building down on us.
But then the floor stopped moving and debris from the ceiling above stopped raining down on us. I lay there for a moment, listening intently and feeling the sh
