The air settled.
One moment they were in the alley. The next, they stood on a rooftop overlooking the city. Finn's knees buckled. Lucian caught him before he could fall.
"Easy," Lucian said.
Finn's face was pale. His hands were shaking. He looked down at the tiles beneath his feet, then at the drop below, then back at Lucian.
"How did you—"
"Walked."
"That's not walking."
"It is for me."
Finn opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. No sound came out.
Lucian let go of him once he was steady. He moved to the edge of the roof and sat down, legs dangling over the side. The city spread out below them, a patchwork of dark streets and scattered lights. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled.
Finn stayed where he was, frozen.
"You can sit," Lucian said without looking back. "Or stand. Doesn't matter to me."
"You brought me up here to throw me off."
