Chapter 11 Heightened Senses

• Friedrich’s POV
• I hang off the edge of the rooftop, gripping the ledge like my life depends on it. Well, it kind of does. Falling might not kill me, but it’ll raise way too many questions and can expose our existence. Below, I hear the idle conversations of students moving around, their laughter blending with the distant beat of music. It’s chaotic, even messy. Like a magnet, pulling me back into the whirlwind of college life.
• The guy who made me bolt speaks. “Ready for what?”