The cool hardwood of the master suite felt like a temporary sanctuary against Chloe’s burning knees, but the adrenaline pulsing through the penthouse was a living, breathing entity. Behind her, the heavy double doors remained unlocked, a constant reminder that privacy was a luxury she no longer owned.
Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as she dragged her exhausted body across the bedroom floor and into the sprawling, marble-tiled master bathroom. In the center of the room sat the sunken jacuzzi tub, a massive oasis of black porcelain surrounded by ambient, low level LED lighting that pulsed with a warm amber glow.
With shaking fingers, Chloe reached for the brushed gold dial, turning it until a heavy torrent of steaming water began to cascade into the basin. She desperately needed
