So, tell me,†he whispers. “How fast did you climb those fourteen stories?â€
Thomas makes a disapproving sound in his throat, but I break into a grin. Storm’s past. Metias loves me again. “Six minutes,†I whisper back to my brother. “And forty-four seconds. How do you like that?â€
“That must be some sort of record. Not that, you know, you’re supposed to do it.