The sleek glass lift whisked me up to the eighty-sixth floor. Up, up, up, so fast my ears popped, and then… I was there. Midnight. I spilled onto the outdoor observation deck, my skin drenched in sweat and my heart pounding hard enough to break my ribs. Normally, I’d be self-conscious about the way I looked right now, but that wasn’t the most important thing. The most important thing was finding Xavier.
