The steel door closed on Dante. I made it halfway down the empty hall before my legs slowed. There were no cameras here, no Dante, no Sienna. I stopped holding myself upright for them.
The lights blurred, and the floor shifted under my heels. I reached for the wall but missed it.
Julian caught my arm and braced my back before I fell. He had followed me out without making a sound.
"This way."
He guided me through the secure corridors to a private elevator. The machinery hummed behind the metal wall during the ride down.
I leaned against it, eyes closed, while the last of the adrenaline left me shaking.
A black sedan waited in the underground garage. During the drive, city lights streaked across the tinted windows. Julian took me to a quiet apartment building and up to a penthouse safe
