Elena's POV
"Not human. What does that even mean?"
Damian didn't answer right away, already steering me toward the elevator with a hand at the small of my back, his phone still gripped tight in the other. The doors slid open, and he pulled me inside, punching the ground floor button with more force than necessary.
"Damian."
"Not here." His eyes flicked toward the small camera mounted in the corner of the elevator, and something in his expression told me the caution wasn't paranoia. "Not until we're somewhere secure."
The ride down felt endless, both of us silent, the tension between us thick enough that I could feel my own pulse hammering in time with the numbers ticking past on the display. When the doors finally opened onto the lobby, he moved fast, guiding me straight through towar
