The needle had barely broken skin when the warehouse door burst open with a crash.
"Stop!"
The shout came out raw and ragged, tearing through the air.
Elliot stood in the doorway, backlit, his frame so gaunt he was barely recognizable. His suit hung off him in wrinkles, and dark stubble covered his jaw. But his eyes were burning.
Iris went white. Then she screamed. "You followed me?"
Elliot didn't look at her. He drove straight toward me and shoved the men aside. When he saw the mark on my neck where the needle had gone in, his hands shook.
"Wren, I'm sorry. I should have been here sooner..."
Watching him look at me like that, Iris broke into a wail. "Why? Why is it always her? I put a GPS tracker on your phone. I hid a wiretap device in your car. I watched every move you made like
