Sebastian
The backup generators made a humming noise through the floor. The overhead track lights stayed bright, casting a white glare over the bedroom. I swung my legs out of bed and put my bare feet on the cold hardwood floor.
I did not look at the blood on my chest. The skin stung where Elliot had clawed me. I did not care about that now.
My eyes were fixed on the corner of the room. The steel panel of the built-in safe was open by two inches. The digital screen above the handle was completely black. The bright blue fluid kept dripping from the seam of the door and made a sticky tap-tap sound as it hit the white wood.
"Sebastian," Elliot muttered from the bed.
He tried to sit up. The linens were tangled around his waist. His skin was still pink from the heat cycle. His
