“Yeah. You too.”
She turned and hauled ass toward the elevator. I gave Cara’s body one last glance and then headed in the opposite direction toward the stairs.
The chains hung between my wrists, and I gathered them closer so I wouldn’t trip. My knees pumped as I sprinted, and I glanced over my shoulder as Rose stepped into the elevator. Pure, unfiltered relief unwound in my chest.
I choked, falling to the ground. I couldn’t breathe. I gasped, rolling as I clutched my throat. Someone had clotheslined me.
Bruce.
I fought to get a single breath into my lungs as Wes stepped up next to him, my Colt in his hand. He fired at Rose and she ducked, wedging herself into the corner of the elevator.
“Jesus, you couldn’t hit the side of a barn,” I managed to get out.
Wes sent me a look of retribution as the elevator doors slid closed. He took a step toward the elevator but Bruce shook his head.
“Don’t bother,” Bruce smiled, his gaze on my face. “By the time Rose gets out of here, the demon whore will be tucked away in the underworld and it’ll be her word against all of ours.”
Samael would believe her.
“Get up,” he said.
I slowly got to my feet as Wes trained my own gun on my chest.
“Fucking finally,” Bruce said, stepping closer. He leaned down until he was right in my face. “All this time you’ve swanned around here like you own the place, even after you were fucking fired. Everyone knows you only lasted as long as you did because you were fucking Keigan.”
My chest tightened at the thought of Keigan. When he learned exactly what had happened here, it would kill him.
I smiled sweetly at him. “You know, you really need to chew some gum or something, cause your breath smells like–”
He slammed his fist into the exact same temple he’d hit last time.
I leaned over and fought to keep down what little I had in my stomach. The edges of my vision darkened as Wes laughed.
“Walk,” Bruce said. “Make any sudden moves and I’ll tell Wes to shoot you. And unlike that stupid bitch Cara, I don’t care if Lucifer heals you.”
I walked.
They took me back toward the elevators. With two of them watching me this intently, there was no way I’d get to the knife in the small of my back without getting shot.
Bruce pressed the button for the 9thfloor, whistling a merry tune before smiling at me. This was clearly the best thing that’d ever happened to him.
The doors opened and he pushed me forward.
Both men walked me to Albert’s office. “Sit,” Bruce said, and I ground my teeth.
Wes pushed me into Albert’s guest chair and then leaned against the desk.
“Watch her,” Bruce said. “Ben wants to say his goodbyes before she leaves.” He glanced at me. “Right now, he’s on a call with some friends. An extra little alibi just in case.”
I smiled at him. “That’s cute.”
Bruce took a step toward me, and Wes put out his hand, slapping it against his chest. “Hey, hey. The demons will kill you if she dies before she gets to the underworld.”
Bruce stared at him for one, fraught moment, but then he nodded, his gaze sliding back to me. “I’m bringing the car around. Shoot her in the leg if she tries anything.”
Wes nodded, leaning back against Albert’s desk. Bruce turned and stalked out without another word.
I knew why Ben was having me brought here. He was obsessed with Albert, infatuated with the idea that he’d be in Albert’s spot one day. He probably wanted to sit behind the boss’s desk while he bored me about how smart he was and how bad my death would be.
