MARYBETH'S POV
Iyisha pulled herself through first.
Her arms strained as she dragged her weight up, shoulders clearing the gap before she rolled onto the roof and pushed to her knees. Dust shook loose from the opening and fell back into the darkness below.
"Move," she said, already turning back.
Aljun came next, grabbing the edge and hauling himself up with a grunt. Iyisha caught his arm and pulled, helping him over. He landed hard, boots scraping as he steadied himself.
Marybeth stayed below for a second.
The banging behind them had changed.
Not just hitting anymore.
Cracking.
She looked back.
The front glass—
A fracture split across it, thin at first, then spreading, lines branching under the pressure of bodies slamming against it.
"Shit."
She grabbed the shelf and pulled herself up.
Her boot slipped once, catching the edge wrong. She adjusted and pushed harder, dragging her body through the opening as dust and loose paneling gave way around her.
Behind her—
