The ground was stable beneath him and the whipping wind had diminished to a background whisper. He opened his eyes cautiously, half-expecting to see Rousten gloating over him, having spirited him to some secreted compartment in the manor.
Instead, Emily’s concerned face hovered over his, her long brown hair nearly touching his cheek. “He’s opening his eyes.”
“I am,” said Devin, reassured. His head was not throbbing nearly as much as it should have if he’d thudded onto the ground from the rooftop. “What happened?”
Clive grinned, standing at his feet. He’d just tu...
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