The hatch creaked open, and a rush of icy wind slapped Raven in the face. She squinted against the sudden brightness.

They weren’t in another dim hallway.

They were on a rooftop.

The skyline of the city stretched in all directions, glass towers glittering like knives under the late-night moon, streets far below crawling with headlights like veins of molten gold. The air was sharp, almost metallic, carrying the faint hum of traffic and the distant wail of sirens.

Jaxon or Adrian hoisted ...