Mira's POV
The lobby air was cold and open but now, the elevator walls were pressing in on all sides.
The small space smelled like wet clothes, burnt coffee and him. St. Croix stood beside me.
He had now let go of my arm and I tripped back into the glass wall with my palms slapping flat against the cold mirror. Ouch. I rubbed my arm where he had grabbed me while I pressed my thumb in slow circles over the ache.
He acted like I was not even standing there next to him before he tapped the button for the top floor with a sharp click. Once. Twice.
PH. Suite.
OF COURSE.
And every floor we passed made my stomach sink a little lower. That was classic Mira. I was great at walking straight into the disaster.
"This is…this is kidnapping. Or what else do you even call it?" The words came o
