I kept my eyes locked on the ceiling beam, my fingers tightly gripping the object that had just flown at my face.
The figure shifted, moving with a smooth grace that did not match her lazy voice. She slid off the wooden beam and dropped straight down. It was a fall of at least forty feet, but she landed on the marble floor without any trouble. No loud thud. No cracks in the stone. Not even a puff of dust.
My senses instantly went into overdrive.
The moment her boots touched the ground, a small, almost invisible wave of power washed over the room. It was so tight, so perfectly controlled, that if I had not pushed my Flash Instinct so hard last night, I might have missed it.
My skin got goosebumps.
A deep warning rang in the back of my head. I took a good look at her, and for a second, I just stared. She was stunning.
