Dominic stepped in front of me instantly, his whole body a wall between me and Sabine.
"How did you get up here?" His voice was tight, calculating, eyes flicking toward the door we'd just come through like he was already searching for another way out that didn't exist.
"I built this place," Sabine said simply. "I know every stairwell in it, including the ones your friends didn't find in time." She glanced past him toward me, something almost gentle in her expression, which somehow frightened me more than open hostility would have. "You didn't need to run, Elena. I told you, I have no interest in hurting you or the child."
"Forgive me if I don't take comfort in that," I said, my voice shaking but my chin staying up, the same stubborn defiance that had carried me out of that pack hall two
