Blaze:
The elevator dinged closed, and I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose as I pulled out my phone.
Chinese or pizza?
That was the question. Kat had barely eaten today—too wound up, too on edge—and if she wasn’t going to take care of herself, then I damn well would.
I ordered from the same place Saint and I hit when we’d stake out the docks. Best damn lo mein in the city. They always have my usual ready in a flash, too. Quick, delicious, and comforting.
The elevator climbed, slow as ever. Maybe that was a blessing. My hands were fidgeting and I never fidgeted. Not like this. I didn't bring people here—hell, even Saint had only been up a hand full of times. This place? It was mine. Off the grid. Safe.
Away from the outside world, just for me.
But now Kat was inside. In my elev
