The doors locking shut didn’t sound loud.
That was the strange part. No explosion. No force. Just a synchronized click across every exit on the rooftop. Like the building had agreed with whoever was running the show.
Bella stepped back immediately. “That’s not normal,” she said under her breath.
Leo didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the beam of light still holding them in place. The sky structure above them stayed motionless now. Waiting. Watching. Like it had finished scanning and was deciding what to do with the results.
The voice came back through hidden speakers. Calm. Artificial. Final.
“Leo Moretti. Isabella DeLuca. Step forward.”
Bella frowned. “No.”
Leo glanced at her briefly. “No one is asking,” he said.
As if on cue, the beam tightened. The air pressure around them
