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I want you both to go out for the night. Go anywhere, just…don’t hang around here.”
    “Are you going to tell me what happened, why you have blood all over you? Sarai, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”
    “I’ll be fine,” I say and soften my features. “Just promise me that you and Dahlia will do exactly as I said.”
    “Are you ever going to tell me?”
    “I can’t.”
    The silence thickens between us.
    Finally, I open the door and step out into the hallway.
    “I guess I should be the one apologizing,” I say.
    “For what?”
    Eric stands in the doorway, his arms hanging loosely at his sides.
    “For being with someone else in my head the whole time I was with you.” I glance down at the floor momentarily.
    We look at each other for a short moment and nothing else is said between us. We know we’re both at fault. And I think we’re both relieved that everything is out in the open.
    There’s nothing more to say.
    I walk away down the long stretch of hallway in the opposite direction of my private room and double around the back so he doesn’t know where I’m going. When I close myself off inside the room, the only thing I can manage to do is fall over onto the bed. The exhaustion and pain and shock of everything that has happened tonight catches up to me as soon as that door closes, rushing over and through me like a wave. I fall hard against the mattress on my back. My calves hurt so bad I doubt I’ll be able to walk in the morning without limping.
    I stare up at the dark ceiling until it blinks out and I drift quickly off to sleep.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
     
    Sarai
     
     
     
     
     
    A hard thud! jolts me awake sometime later in the night. I rise up from the bed like a catapult.
    I see two men in my room: one I’ve never seen before lying dead on the floor, and Victor Faust standing over his body.
    “Get up.”
    “ Victor ?”
    I can’t believe he’s here. I must still be dreaming.
    “Get up, Sarai, NOW!” Victor grabs me by the elbow and jerks me out of the bed and to my feet.
    He doesn’t stop long enough for me to even grab my things and he’s opening the door and pulling me out into the hall alongside him, my hand wrenched within his.
    We run down the hall and another man rounds the corner with a gun in-hand. Victor raises his suppressed 9 MM and drops him in the center of the hall before the man can get a shot off. He pulls me past the body, his strong fingers digging into my hand as we rush toward the stairwell. He swings the door open, pushes me in front of him and we hurry down the concrete stairs. One floor. Three. Five. My legs are killing me. I don’t think I can walk much more. Finally on the fifth floor, Victor pulls me out into another hall and toward a back elevator.
    When the elevator doors close and we are the only two inside, I finally get a chance to speak.
    “How did you know I was here?” I can barely catch my breath, winded from the constant rushing and the adrenaline, but I think mostly because Victor is standing beside me and he’s holding my hand.
    My eyes start to burn with tears.
    I force them back.
    “What were you thinking , Sarai?”
    “I—”
    Victor grabs my face in both of his hands and shoves my body against the elevator wall, closing his lips fiercely over mine. His tongue tangles with my own, his mouth stealing my breath in a passionate kiss that is what ultimately makes my knees buckle. All of the strength I had been using to keep my body upright before vanishes when his lips touch me. He kisses me hungrily, angrily , and I wilt into his arms.
    Then he pulls away, his strong hands wrapped around my biceps as he keeps me pushed against the elevator wall. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, our eyes locked in some kind of deep contemplation, our lips inches apart. All I want to do is taste them again.
    But he doesn’t let me.
    “Answer me,” he demands, the corners of his dangerous eyes narrowing with censure.
    I’ve