I wave goodbye to Rowan and dash downstairs, clutching my pendant for good luck the entire time.
When I reach the ground floor, I push through the revolving front doors to Orion Enterprises and find three massive, armored vehicles parked along the curb. I glance down the block to see three more. I feel like we’re about to storm Normandy.
Misha is already standing by the door of the glistening Rolls Royce at the front of the procession. “You’re late,” he snaps the moment he sets eyes on me.
I check the time again. “You told me to be down in fifteen minutes.”
“And sixteen minutes have passed.”
Sighing, I don’t even bother fighting back. I just get into the rear seat of the black Rolls Royce.
Misha joins me. The car is huge, but he dwarfs it. More than an arm’s length between us and it
