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"Adrianos, I'm not hit. It's his blood."

I look at her face. She's pale. Her hands are trembling so badly she curls them into fists.

"What happened to your shot?"

"I missed."

Her voice breaks slightly.

"I aimed at him, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking. I hit his arm instead."

"You slowed him down."

"I nearly missed completely."

"But you didn't."

Her eyes meet mine.

I put both hands around her face. "You stayed alive."

Something in her expression breaks, and she comes into my arms. I hold her so tightly I should loosen my grip.

I don't.

Her heart is hammering against my chest. She’s alive. Still breathing. Still here.

Evander arrives with six men less than three minutes later. By then, I am calm.

I stand in the middle of the bedroom while my men examine the body and the compromised security system. Elena sits on the edge of the bed wrapped in a blanket, refusing medical attention beyond allowing one of my men to confirm that the blood isn't hers.

"The credentials are legitimate," Evander says. "Maintenance clearance, security authorization, and internal override access."

I look at the dead man. Someone didn't defeat my security. Someone used it.

"Find out who issued the credentials. Everyone who had access to tonight's security changes stays where they are until I speak to them."

Evander nods. "Already started."

"Nobody leaves Athens. I want every member of building security checked, including the men who've been here for years."

His expression darkens. "You think it's one of ours?"

"I think assuming otherwise nearly got Elena killed."

I look at her.

"Pack."

Her head snaps up. "What?"

"You're leaving tonight."

Evander suddenly becomes fascinated by the dead man's weapon.

Elena stands. "No."

"Yes."