Skye's POV
The driver took three sharp turns in a row, cutting through an alley so fast that my shoulder slammed against the door. I grabbed the handle and held on, watching the headlights behind us shrink and finally disappear around a corner.
"Are they gone?" I asked.
"For now," Ezra said, his eyes still on the side mirror. "That doesn't mean they're gone for good."
My heart was still pounding by the time we pulled into the parking garage under the penthouse. Ezra didn't say much on the elevator ride up. He just kept his hand firmly on my back, like he was making sure I was actually still there.
The second we walked through the door, he went straight to his laptop and pulled up the security feed. I stood behind him, watching over his shoulder as he flipped through camera after camer
