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She could have screamed.
Her body wouldn't move. Her hand wouldn't let go of the bannister. Her foot wouldn't push off the strut. And before she could step down off the railing, Anton was there to wrap his arms around her waist. He pulled her back from the bannister and carried her fighting and kicking up to the third floor. Without a word, Pavel grabbed a handful of Amira's hair and dragged her up the stairs to the fourth. He pushed her into the arms of Tony, who manhandled her onto the fifth, as if she was something to be passed around. Tony shoved her through the stairwell door and back into the clinic.
This floor was different. No more meeting rooms. No more marble. All white and clean. At least on the surface.
Amira soon found herself in a private room. A hard-faced blonde nurs
