Chapter Twenty-Six
Perry strode along King Street on his way to Hanover Square. His gaze was drawn upwards. He looked from one side of the street to the other, gauging the distance between those lofty rooftops. Had he really run along that ridgeline? Dared to make that leap?
It was so far beyond belief that his mind couldn’t comprehend it. No one could possibly make that jump and survive—and yet he knew he had, fueled by recklessness, euphoria, and magic.
He turned into Conduit Street, glancing up at the high, steep roofs—and remembered the moment when Saintbridge had fired his pistol. Being shot at seemed insignificant compared to what had happened afterwards. The rooftop run. Kissing Lady Violet.
Perry made an impatient sound and shook his head sharply—as if shaking his head could sh
