The tiny pop of electricity preceded me and it wasn't until I noticed the small surveillance camera on the fifth floor landing, black smoke pouring out of its casing, I realized Demetrius was keeping the Brotherhood from tracking us.
I'd seen enough cop movies to swear inside my head at myself for not thinking of it first.
It was a long climb, but seemed to fly by, floor after floor disappearing beneath me. I'm absolutely positive if I didn't have access to my magic I would never have made the climb. Even with the boost I was a panting, sweating mess by the time we reached the top. Charlotte looked a little ruffled, as though she'd exerted herself in a brisk run. Her breathing returned to normal as she shook herself, setting Sassafras back on the ground. Demetrius, I decided, was completely tireless, as eager as he'd been all along, now pulling on me again as I stopped to catch my wind at the top of the stairs.