Evelyn's POV
Damien slams the syringe man against the wall before the needle touches me.
The man drops like a rag doll. Damien grabs my hand and pulls me past him. Sophia's right behind us, her laptop clutched to her chest.
"Stairs," Damien barks. "Now."
We run down six flights. My legs burn. My heart hammers. Behind us, footsteps thunder.
We burst into the lobby. A black car screeches up, James at the wheel. We dive in and he peels out before the doors even close.
"Everyone okay?" James asks.
I'm shaking too hard to answer. Sophia nods, her face white. Damien's jaw is tight.
"Take us to the safe house," he tells James. "The one in Brooklyn nobody knows about."
My phone rings. Mom's name flashes on the screen.
"Don't answer it," Damien says.
But something makes me pick up. Maybe I want to hear her voice. Maybe I want to know if she even cares that Dad just tried to kidnap me.
"Hello?"
