"Pack everything," Damon said. "We leave in five minutes."
The sky beyond the penthouse windows was still black, the city below scattered shades of lights. Dawn was an hour away, maybe less. They had arrived at this location only hours ago, fleeing the chapel, and already Sebastian had found them.
Damon moved through the penthouse, gathering what little they'd brought, his eyes never still. His hand hovered near his gun.
Marcus didn't question. He was at the security panel, wiping drives, jamming signals. "Decoy convoys activated," he said. "Three north, two south."
"Route Delta for us," Damon said, pulling Elena toward the service stairs. "No elevators."
They moved fast, down fourteen flights, through a maintenance door, into a parking garage where a gray sedan waited with engine run
