I ripped my mouth away from Noel's so fast she nearly toppled off my lap.
"What the hell," she started, her glasses fogged and crooked on her face, and I was already on my feet with both hands clamped around her waist, lifting her off me and setting her on the mattress like she was made of glass.
"Get your shoes on."
"Excuse me?"
"Noel. Shoes. Now."
Something in my voice must have registered because the argument died before it reached her throat. She rolled off the bed and shoved her feet into sneakers without tying them, her eyes never leaving my face. I watched the gold text scroll across my peripheral vision like a stock ticker from hell.
200 meters. 180. 160.
Whatever it was, it was moving fast. And it was coming straight for this building.
"Rome, what is happening."
"Something bad. Something I can't explain yet. We need to get out of this room and we need to do it about thirty seconds ago."
