"Zaria!" I roar. "She's gone. She fucking ran, and someone let her out."
Tommy's face pales. "I didn't see her leave. I swear."
"Then check the fucking footage!" I shove him toward the stairs. "Now!"
He stumbles, catches himself on the railing, and bolts down the steps.
I turn to the other guard, who's frozen in place, eyes darting between me and the stairs.
"No one comes in. No one goes out. Understand?"
He nods quickly. "Yes, sir."
"Move."
He's gone before I finish the word.
I stand there in the hallway, my chest heaving, my hands shaking.
She's gone.
She fucking left me.
I go over her note in my mind, especially the last part.
Don't try to find me.
My lip curls.
She thinks I won't come for her or her father?
She thinks I'll just let her walk away.
Let her crawl back to the Order and disappear.
No.
She doesn't get to decide this.
She doesn't get to run.
I own her now. Whether she knows it or not.
Moving downstairs, I see Tommy with an iPad.
"Boss."
"Did you pull the footage?" I ask.
"Yes," he says and hands me the iPad. "Here."
My fingers fly across the screen, scrolling through camera feeds.
The timeline starts at 7:42 a.m.
It's her.
She's walking down the main hall, dressed in jeans and a dark shirt, her hair pulled back. She's moving fast and looking around constantly.
