Oh. She does have cameras, but no way of viewing them.
“Let me answer it,” I encourage.
She shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. He will kill you. No questions. No hesitation. These men are monsters, Hunter.”
My grin makes her eyes widen. “Monsters come in all shapes and sizes, Eleanor. Some are made to be hunted, others do the hunting. Guess which I am?”
Chapter Fourteen
Eleanor
Is it worth the risk?
“Do you have any weapons?” Hunter asks.
“Yes, but not enough to fight our way out of what I expect is a barrage of trained mercenaries waiting for me on the other side of this door.”
“Show me,” he instructs.
I almost smack myself in my face. The shock of Christopher turning up here so quickly short-circuited my brain. I wrestle the rapid pounding of my heart into something steady, something strong, something stable, and make plans.
“Grace,” he taunts, his voice making my stomach churn. “You ran, and I chased. Now it’s time to collect my prize. Be a good girl, and open the door.”
“Like fuck, asshole.” I tear my gaze from the heavy wooden door, knowing it will take time and effort to break through. Hunter blinks at me. I don’t do crass very often, but anyone linked to Jonathan tends to draw out the worst in me. “There’sa safe in the wall behind the left side of my bed. The code is 314159.”
He shakes his head with a chuckle as he races to go and retrieve my gun. I snatch my car key from the hook on the wall and lug his bag and mine to the far side of the open living space. It’s covered with a heavy curtain, giving softness to the otherwise sleek modern lines in the apartment. It, somehow, doesn’t look out of place.
Hunter reappears, loading the gun before raising his head. “What are you doing?”
Christopher loses his patience, pounding on the door with heavy fists. Tough shit for him.
The corners of my mouth perk up. “You think I didn’t give myself alternative ways out of the penthouse? I might seem caged in, but I am never trapped. Don’t underestimate me, Hunter.”
I swipe the curtain to one side, revealing a crude metal door. “Is that the fire escape?” he mutters, closing in on me. “They will have people stationed there.”
“Still underestimating me.”
I tap the code on the keypad and push the door to reveal a dark space. Hunter shoves his head inside, brushing his arm against mine. I don’t recoil from the casual touch, which is unusual. It must be because the devil is at my door. He glances back at me and raises a brow. “Where the hell does this go?”
“A hidden space behind a false wall that leads directly into the parking garage underneath the building.”
“Damn.”
It took some searching to find a building I could adapt like this. But once I did, the work was fairly simple. I don’t doubt that Christopher will find it, but by that time, I’m counting on being long gone. “Indeed. Now, let’s go.”
“After you.”
I roll my eyes but step into the narrow space. “Pull the curtain across, and shut the door; it will lock automatically. Hopefully, he will think I’m out getting my nails done or whatever women do for fun.”
He follows my instruction with a snort, then we take the spiral stone staircase underground. “Any way of seeing inside the garage?” he whispers as I pause at the door.
“Yes, but I would need to load the program to my new phone, and we don’t have time.”
“Then let me go first.”
“Why? Because you are a man? That’s sexist.”
“No, because I’m the one holding the gun.”
