Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 346

Kallum led Calista upward with unwavering determination, not pausing even as they reached the rooftop of the fourth floor. Pushing forward, they climbed higher.

“Did you manage to set up a zip line without me knowing?” Calista speculated aloud, pondering the likelihood of a discreet escape route involving sliding down from the rooftop, which seemed the most logical setup she could imagine.

Kallum merely offered a mysterious smile in response, keeping his plans close to his chest.

Once they reached the highest accessible point, they quickly secured the door behind them. From a distance, a thunderous noise grew increasingly intense, startling not only Calista but also alarming the entire Langley residence who were taken aback by the audacity of the intrusion.

Someone had dared to break into their fortress-like home, with the audacious plan of a helicopter escape, and yet, they had caught no sight of the perpetrator.

Calista couldn't help but find the situation both amusing and frustrating. What can I say? This is so typical of Kallum. No matter the circumstance, Kallum always opted for the most straightforward and efficient means to achieve his objectives, never shying away from bold, attention-grabbing strategies.

The pounding on the door intensified as Hans' voice echoed with growing frustration from the other side, “Who's there? If you had the nerve to come this far, why lack the courage to show yourself?”

Meanwhile, a crowd had assembled on the lawn below, their attention riveted on the spectacle above as a rope ladder was lowered from the approaching helicopter. The buzz of excitement surged among them.

The moment the rooftop door was forcibly breached, Kallum's grip on Calista's hand tightened, and he exclaimed with urgency, “Jump!”

In perfect sync, as the crowd burst through the door, Calista and Kallum dashed towards the rooftop's edge. They leaped onto the railing, using the momentum to propel themselves skyward.

A collective gasp rose from the onlookers as Kallum grabbed the rope ladder and Calista clung to him. They dangled precariously under the helicopter as it maneuvered downward briefly before ascending again, their daring escape drawing screams from the crowd below, nearly loud enough to rival the helicopter's roar.

The powerful gusts of wind kicked up by the helicopter's blades forced the Langleys who had reached the rooftop to shield their eyes. The pre-dawn sky was so dark, dyed in shades of deep blue and black, that all they could make out were the silhouettes of a man and a woman, gradually vanishing into the night sky.

“D*mn it!” Hans cursed under his breath, feeling a profound sense of humiliation. Caught completely off guard, he was forced to witness the audacious escape of two mysterious figures right under his nose. The frustration of being just moments too late to catch them was maddening.

As they safely distanced themselves from potential capture, both Kallum and Calista breathed sighs of relief. Being caught would have been a massive embarrassment.

Yet, the night had been undeniably exhilarating. It had been filled with both adrenaline-pumping action and the sweet relief of escape.

He felt deeply appreciative that Calista had allowed him to breach her defenses, grateful she had not shut him out completely.

Calista, still processing, felt another wave of emotions as Kallum chuckled softly by her ear.

“Can you stop overthinking, please? I'm taking you somewhere. Just remember, for today, you're underage, and also...” he paused, his voice dropping to a tender murmur, “you belong to me today.”

As they soared toward the sunrise, Calista's face lit up momentarily as Kallum kissed her forehead gently.

“Before we go, it's not every day we get to catch a rare sunrise, standing high above the ground. Well, what do you think? Does it feel different to you?” he asked as they both turned to watch the horizon.

Half of the sun had already risen, casting a purplish-gold glow across the dark clouds, painting the sky in hues of orange-red and purple-red, reminiscent of a poet's ink-wash painting. It was a natural spectacle of breathtaking beauty.

Above them, a flock of birds soared, seemingly lifting the sun higher into the sky, marking the definitive shift from night to day.