“Hurry the fuck up.”
“I can only go so fast.”
She sounded so calm.
I’d never been so proud of her. I closed my eyes, and sent up a silent prayer that this would work.
“Shut it down,” I whispered into the phone, then disconnected the call.
Inside the apartment, something clattered.
“What the hell did you do?” Stan snapped.
“Nothing,” Mira said lightly. Almost cheerfully.
I exhaled once.
Then I raised my hand and knocked. This was going to end now.
Chapter 33
Mira
The Sentinel server went down.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard a second too long. Stan turned to me. I tried to cover by starting to type again, but he rounded the table and found the blue screen.
“What the hell did you do?”
“Nothing,” I huffed. They’d gotten my message. His free hand clamped around my bicep and yanked me out of the chair. Pain flared as my feet barely caught the floor. He brought the gun up and pressed it against my temple.
“Stan, think about this.”
“What did you do?”
I swallowed hard, and before I could answer there was a knock on the door. He pushed the barrel of the gun harder against me.
“You say a word and there will be two dead bodies and I’ll walk away,” he hissed in my ear as he dragged me to the door and looked through the peephole.
“What’s Mr. Reid doing here? Mid-day booty call?”
I wanted to jerk away, but self preservation won out. If he did anything to Sebastian, I’d never forgive myself. The sirens hadgiven me hope, but they’d cut out a few moments ago so I didn’t know how I was getting out of here.
“Get rid of him.” He shoved me toward the door.
Sebastian knocked again. Not hurried like something was wrong, just like he was visiting. “Ms. Rhodes, something came up, we really need you to come in today.”
Stan took a step back but kept the gun pointed at me. “No funny business.”
Unlocking the door, I opened it just the crack Stan’s foot would allow. “You’re going to have to get your own coffee today boss.” I sniffled, trying to sound sick.
As much as I wanted to say something or give him some sort of sign, Stan didn’t take his eyes off me.
Sebastian stepped back and my heart sank. He was going to leave. I wanted to call after him but Stan started to close the door when Sebastian took another step away, then lunged at the door, shoving it and Stan against the wall.
The impact knocked the breath from Stan’s lungs and the gun from his hand.
Sebastian’s focus wasn’t on him, it went straight to me, who had pushed myself up against the wall. I’d never been so happy to see someone in my life.
