Pierce’s voice struck me like a slap, sharp enough to pull the air right out of my lungs.
I froze. My fingers instinctively pressed against the small device tucked beneath the band of my jeans, hidden under my blouse. I felt its cold edge against my skin, too cold, and too real. My heartbeat wasn’t just pounding; it was thrashing.
I turned slowly.
Pierce stood in the doorway. His frame filled it, blocking out the hallway light. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, as if he’d been in the middle of something he didn’t want anyone to see.
Mia let out a soft, strangled sound behind me. I could feel her trembling.
Pierce’s gaze flicked between us.
“So,” he said lightly, “why don’t you tell me how you got here?”
My mouth went dry. I forced my jaw to move, forced air into my lungs.
