With his bike slung over his shoulder, Theliel ran up the stairs, wincing every time one of the pedals bumped into his lower back. But he couldn’t slow down if he wanted to make it on time. Horace must have seen him coming, because he was holding the door wide open when Theliel reached the landing.
The security man shook his head. “Cutting it close again, Theo?”
“Alarm didn’t go off! Thanks, Horace!” He headed for the bank of elevators at the end of the hall, sending a prayer to whatever angel