THE NIGHT AIR HIT THEM immediately—cool and sharp, carrying the scent of distant ocean and the underlying hum of the city far below.
The helipad was lit by ground-level lights that cast everything in an otherworldly blue glow, making the whole rooftop feel like they'd stepped onto the set of some high-budget action film.
And there, rotors already spinning lazily in preparation, sat a sleek black helicopter that looked far too expensive to be real.
"Of course it's a luxury helicopter," Mailah muttered. "Why would the Ashfords settle for anything less?"
Despite the tension thrumming through every nerve in her body, she felt a slightly hysterical laugh bubbling up.
Here she was, fleeing a supernatural anniversary party after rescuing a woman from a pain-feeding demon, about to escape via private helicopter from a mansion that apparently came with more amenities than she'd imagined possible.
Her life had become absolutely insane.
