I held his gaze. “You’d know more about mistakes than I would.”
He ignored the jab. “Your people are trapped here. Except our Ms. Volkov. A shame, really. She had potential.”
“If you touched her?—”
He waved a dismissive hand. “Relax. We didn’t touch her.”
I gritted my teeth.
He studied my reaction like a hawk. “Of course, Ms. Volkov being gone doesn’t help all of your friends downstairs. Ms. Lennox. The Markovs. They are surprisingly resilient, but not invincible.”
The cell felt smaller.
He waited for me to crack.
I didn’t.
“You think threatening them will make me talk?” I asked.
“I think it will remind you that this isn’t about you,” he said. “You are simply a pressure point to us.”
“Then press.”
“Oh, we will,” he whispered ominously.
Before I could reply, the lights in the corridor flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then a horrendous, pulsing alarm rolled through the concrete, not the soft yellow warning I’d learned to ignore, but what I immediately guessed was a full red alert.
The commander froze.
One guard pressed a hand to his earpiece. “Sir. Breach in sublevel three. North access.”
My smile widened with glee.
Well, that was interesting…
I would bet good money that my younger brother was the culprit. Maybe it was Katya. Maybe it was the two of them working together.
The commander barked orders. “Lock it down. All wings. Seal the stairwells. Nothing and no one enters or exits.”
The alarm blared through the hallway, painting the commander’s face in pulses of red. He tried to hide it, but I saw his jaw flex. Someone had gotten into Revenant headquarters. That alone was enough to make any man in this building sweat.
He turned back to me, eyes cold. “Whatever you think this is, don’t get hopeful. We will find whoever broke in. And when we do, they’ll join your friends downstairs and very much regret visiting us without an invitation.”
He stepped out, and the guards followed. Then the door slammed shut with a heavy magnetic thud.
The sirens didn’t stop.
Red emergency lights pulsed through the crack under my door, painting the floor in a stuttering wash of color. Somewhere down the hall, someone shouted. Somewhere else, a door slammed. The entire wing was waking up in all the wrong ways.
Good.
It meant my window had just opened.
