Granite dust stung Elena Rostova’s eyes as she hit the top of the iron stairs ahead of Julian.
The sub-basement groaned. A slab of ceiling concrete crashed into the dark press bay.
“Keep moving!” Elena yelled, catching Lin Mei’s elbow when the girl slipped.
“Don’t look back! Move!”
“The stairs are buckling behind us!” Lin Mei shouted, clutching her syntax kit. “Two steps just fell!”
“Then don’t step on them!” Elena snapped.
“Up! Now!”
They burst out onto the wet flagstones of the Western Slipway.
