After what seemed like forever I heard footsteps. I looked and they weren’t Azriel’s bare feet. They were a pair of black boots. My heart thudded wildly in my throat. I silently reached up for the knife strapped to the bottom of the box spring and slid it out from the strap that held it up.
“Claire,” I heard a deep voice. I didn’t recognize it. I had the knife in my grip.
“Azriel asked me to escort you somewhere safe. Please come out,” the voice said.
I didn’t believe anything I was hearing. Where was Azriel? Was he shot dead in the hallway? Was this someone else wanting to kidnap me? If they wanted me dead they would just shoot though, right?
I heard more footsteps, then saw a pair of men’s black leather dress shoes, “What’s going on?”
Was that Dario’s voice? I wasn’t sure.
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