A few moments later, Emily Elizabeth Ambrose, with her heart half out of her throat was wheeling a sleeping Sarah down the hall to the back of elevators with the burly guard behind her. He was a few feet away but she could feel his eyes boring into her back. He didn't trust her. She had played her part as best as she could and while the rest of the guards fell for it, this big oaf did not.
She struggled not to glance back at him, worried that he would see the fear in her eyes and finally see through her lies. Everything about him was terrifying. His deep dark eyes were hawkish and piercing. Even though his hair was a fair blonde there was nothing fair about his solid build and terrifying presence.
With him watching her like that how was she to make a run for it?
