Aljun came in fast, slowing only when he reached them as his eyes flicked toward a group off to the side, his posture tight like he did not want to draw attention but could not ignore it.
"I don't want to add to the problem," he said, his voice low as he leaned in slightly. "But some of them are pissed."
Iyisha followed his gaze and saw five people gathered together, their faces set as they stared at Arnulf with open anger, their bodies angled just enough to keep distance while still holding their focus on him.
She let out a short breath through her nose.
"Come on," she said as she motioned to Malcolm.
If they were getting out of here, it would not happen with people splitting off and turning on each other.
They moved toward the center of the rooftop where most of the group had settled, the space uneven with people sitting or crouching wherever they could find room.
