Noah didn't waste a second.
The moment he laid eyes on the cloaked figures, he vaulted onto his own sill and climbed out into the cold night.
The chilly air bit at his face as his boots found purchase on the stone wall. His fingers gripped the edges between bricks as he climbed upwards, his movements silent.
He moved quickly, tracking the faint swish of cloth and scrape of boot soles above him.
The academy grounds were eerily quiet during this time of night. All he could hear was the rhythmic sound of his own breathing.
Halfway up, a soft crash reached his ears. The sound of shattering glass. The intruders had entered.
He pulled himself up faster.
By the time Noah reached the fourth floor, the broken window yawned open before him like a wound in the wall.
He didn't hesitate.
He swung himself through the opening.
The room was in chaos. Furniture had been overturned, and the floor littered with shards of glass from the broken window.
