CLAIRE.
The silence returned, but it was different now. I froze, my eyes blowing wide with a primal, suffocating terror as I clutched the edge of the mahogany desk, my blood turning to ice in my veins.
"Ms. Collins, are you in there?” Holloway’s voice came again, louder this time, carrying a tone of cold, clinical, certainty.
"Dress yourself," Mr Vale said, his voice sounding hollow and metallic. "And get back to the sub-level, use the down in between my closet.
I didn’t wait for him to repeat himself as I scrambled off the desk, grabbing my robe and panties off the floor, my legs feeling like jelly. I didn't even bother putting the lace back on, I just shoved it into my pocket, threw the robe over my naked skin, and bolted toward the master closet.
I found the hidden latch, a sma
