Above us, somewhere in the building's upper levels, alarms continued to wail. I could feel the distant vibrations of boots hitting floors. Teams searching. Hunting.
Looking for me.
The pendant against my chest pulsed with Natalia's emotions. Fear. Anger. Love. A promise that she was monitoring everything through our bond and preparing contingencies.
If I didn't make it out of here, she would burn this building to the ground.
It was a comforting thought.
The corridor branched ahead. Left led toward louder machinery sounds. Right led toward silence.
I went right.
Silence meant fewer people. Fewer people meant fewer fights. And right now, avoiding combat was more important than proving how tough I was.
The transcripts Helena had shown me kept playing through my mind like a broken record, each repetition scraping against my nerves with fresh urgency.
The son of Kimiko Nakano will open the door that his mother closed.
What door?
