The chase
Daphne’s POV
“I told you he’s not up to no evil!” I snapped at Kate, my glare sharp enough to cut, my heart pounding in the car's stuffy backseat. Armstrong Corp loomed across the street, a glass giant piercing the morning sky, its sleek environment screaming money and power. Companies that ran the city stood in those floors, and Troy, my Troy, was at the top, not some thug sneaking to a torture den.
Kate hissed, her dark curls bouncing as she leaned forward, her eyes locked on the building. “Don’t mean he ain’t heading there later,” she said, voice low, like she was spilling a secret. “What if his torture room’s underground, right under that fancy office? You think mafia bosses don’t have hideouts?”
I stared at the skyscraper, its windows glinting like eyes watching us. My s
