Sofia's POV
Get back!" Noah shouted, his arm reaching out instantly to shield me as he threw his shoulder against the heavy iron vault door.
The metal didn't budge. It was built to withstand explosions, designed to lock out the world, and now it had become our coffin.
"Save your energy, Noah," Clara's voice purred through the hidden speaker in the ceiling, smooth and rich, completely untroubled by the dark room she had trapped us in. "You know better than anyone how thick that steel is. You spent two years upgrading the security of this very estate after my 'death.'"
I pressed my palms against the cold stone wall, trying to ground myself while my mind spun out of control. "Why are you doing this, Clara? If you already have the money, if you already have the inheritance, why trap us
