I was still trying to shake off the two security guards when I saw Aliona heading toward the staircase. My instincts tightened instantly. Wherever Elliot was, she always seemed to drift toward him like a predator following a marked scent.
Second floor. That was all I could think.
He's up there.
I followed without hesitation, moving quickly up the stairs. The higher I went, the heavier the air felt, like the pack energy thickened with every level. The corridor above was silent, lined with identical sealed lounge doors that gave nothing away.
Then I saw movement at the far end.
Two security guards were dragging someone out of a lounge.
My breath caught.
Elliot.
For a second, my mind refused to accept what I was seeing.
What's wrong with him?
