![]() ![]() ![]() Jonah, the one who'd convince me to come out here, chuckled and brushed auburn hair back from his perfectly chiseled face. "It's not as far as it looks, Merit." I glanced over at the vampire who stood to my right. My heart jumped into my throat, and every muscle in my body rang with the urge to kneel down, grasp the edges of the grate, and never let go. The library wasn't exactly a skyscraper, but it was tal enough that a fal would most certainly have kil ed a human. ![]() As I glanced over the edge of the building, I began to seriously regret that decision. This was one of the few times I'd ventured outside my Hyde Park home in the last two months for a reason unrelated to food - it was Chicago, after al - or my best friend Mal ory. One of the library's distinctive aluminum owls - either one of the best architectural features in the city or one of its worst, depending on who you asked - sat above me, staring down as I trespassed in his domain. Or maybe it just seemed that way because I was perched nine stories in the air, atop a narrow metal grate that crowned Chicago's Harold Washington Library. A waxing moon hung lazily in the sky, so low it seemed close enough to touch. GRAVITATIONALLY CHALLENGED Late November Chicago, Illinois The wind was cool, the fal night crisp. ![]()
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