Saying that out loud made him feel cold inside.
Aamani descended the stairs with her arms folded, her shoulders hunched up as if she wanted to shiver. The stairwell was cool, but hardly chilly now that summer was in full bloom. Still, she hated it. She had come to associate this place with fear.
On the bottom level, she opened a door into a huge parking garage with concrete walls and banks of fluorescent lights in the ceilings. Empty parking spaces were marked off with yellow lines, and the air smelled of gasoline.
Aamani strode forward.
“I was beginning to think you"d stood me up,” a cool, crisp voice said from behind. So, he had been waiting just outside the stairwell door. Somehow, the man always found some new way to ambush her. “I tend to take such things personally.”
Aamani winc
