A loud yelp pierces the air, and we both whirl around as Hale Vincent lifts off the ground, hovering on his hands and knees as a pained sound escapes him. “I’m good,” he says through strain. Our gazes bounce up to the roof where Benson and Killian give us an awkward wave. “Fucking really?” I groan. Benson shoves at Killian, who laughs as he hops off the roof, landing in a crouch beside Hale. Benson lands beside him, and they both help Hale to his feet as they walk off.
