Cellie's POV
Fear split through me like a current as I found my feet and followed him out the door. The corridor was not what it had been when I walked through it. The specific low music and ambient noise of the main floor had been replaced by a different quality of sound, a rising, compressed panic, the sound of people who had received information and were acting on it.
"Demetrio." I grabbed his arm. "Tell me what is happening."
Dominic was in the corridor with four armed men and all of them had the same dark, set expression that told me this was not a drill.
People were moving past us in the direction of the exits. Staff. Customers. Moving fast, not running, the specific controlled speed of people who had been told something and told to be calm about it.
"Tell her," Dominic said, to Demetrio, in the tone of someone who had been waiting for this to be communicated.
Demetrio's jaw set. "There is a report of an explosive device in the building."
