"Get out of the lift!" a security guard screamed from the lobby as dark smoke began pouring from the shaft overhead.
I jammed my finger against the emergency open button, my heart hammering against my ribs. The penthouse top floors were already engulfed in black smoke, and the secondary alarms were deafening. I had rushed straight into the service elevator the moment the cyber-strike hit, ignoring every safety protocol because I knew Rhys and Marcus were at the top.
"Vivienne, don't go up there!" Marcus's voice cracked through my earpiece, full of static and panic. "The whole floor is going up! He set a thermal sweep!"
"I'm not leaving without Rhys," I snapped into the mic, shoving past a panicked group of staff members in the service corridor.
The elevator doors shuddered and jammed h
