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Demetrius
Demetrius pushed Amara against the elevator wall, out of sight of the security guard who just hung up the phone and was looking in their direction. He snapped the switch to reactivate the elevator that the movers had shut off. They were carrying out a sofa when Demetrius and Amara darted across Central Park West. Helped by a bit of serendipity they scooted behind the moving van in front of the building, around the movers, dashed through the open door into the elevator. As the door closed, Demetrius pressed 15, the button for the top floor.
“You okay?” Demetrius asked.
Amara nodded and looked at his face streaked with dirt and Gabriel’s blood. “Let me wash your face. You’ll never pass as one of the tenants.” She reached in her fanny-pack, her heart skipping a beat when her
