Nash appeared to have a death grip on Delaney. The elevator doors opened. They jumped inside.
“Elevator footage, now,” she ordered Dom.
His fingers tapped on his keyboard.
She saw an image of the elevator’s interior appear on the screen to the right. A little grainy, but she could make out Nash and Delaney. Unfortunately, she could not hear them. “Sound,” she blasted. “Give me sound.”
More tapping.
The elevator doors closed.
“Delaney,” Nash began.
Yes! She had sound.
“I know it’s a lot to take in…” Nash was oddly halting. So unusual for him.
What’s a lot? What happened in there? Jezebel’s eyes were locked on the screen.
Delaney wrapped her arms around her stomach as the elevator began to descend. “My grandfather was Typhon? And you knew?”
Oh, no. Jezebel stopped breathing. She leaned closer, desperate to hear Nash’s response.
But the entire screen before her went black. “What’s happening?” She lifted her hand and tapped on the side of the screen, as if that would magically bring back the image. “Why did we lose them?”
Then she heard the scream. Delaney’s terrified scream. A scream that was abruptly cut off.
Chapter Twenty
Darkness. One moment, the lights were on in the elevator, and Delaney could see Nash’s handsome, betraying face perfectly. And then…
Black. Everything around her went pitch black, and there wasn’t even any emergency lighting. Before she could ask what in the hell was happening, the elevator dropped.
She felt it. A sudden, sharp drop, and her body flew up in response. Her feet left the floor, and a horrified scream broke from her. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t possible. This couldn’t happen.
But her body was now hurtling toward the floor, and Nash was grabbing her, trying to twist and pull her against his bigger form. Trying to shield her, but there was no time.
The cables must have snapped. She’d seen something like that in a movie once. The cables snapped and the elevator plunged down but…but they hadn’t even been that high up and?—
She hit. Landed on top of Nash. Sprawled over him. Her heart raced in her chest. Her hands slammed against him as she shot up. “Nash!”
“Fuck me.”
Not the time or the place. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m fucking furious.” His hands locked around her waist. “How are you?”
Terrified. Shaking. Alive. “I’m not dead. So that’s a win.”
“Yeah, baby, let’s keep up that winning streak of yours.”
Darkness was all she saw. Her head whipped to the left and the right as she continued to straddle him. “Why are there no emergency lights?”
“Better question. Why the hell did our elevator just fall?”
Yes, that was an extremely good question. “Maybe…” She swallowed to ease the dryness in her mouth. “Logan Sterling has shoddy safety standards?”
“Or maybe he sold us out to Kurt Wellington.”
