The metal sound of the door slamming behind them sent a shiver down Scarlett's spine. The air was suffocating in the dimly lit room where they'd been hiding like prisoners. Nathan's gaze scanning around the room, figuring out every exit, every flaw in their captors' movements.
"Stay close," he whispered to Scarlett, his voice low and firm.
Lang stood to the side, his arms crossed, watching as one of Grayson's men secured the room. Serena's defiant glare hadn't softened since their capture, and the tension in her shoulders mirrored Scarlett's growing dread.
"We can't stay here," Serena hissed, her eyes narrowing on the armed guards stationed near the door.
"We won't," Nathan replied, his tone calm but resolute.
...
The door swung open again, and Grayson himself stepped in, his presence commanding attention, and the smirk on his face was one of satisfaction.
"Well, well," he drawled, his gaze scanning the room.
