Elena’s POV

Suddenly, Damien grabbed my arm and moved.

Chloe yelled after me, but the enforcers were already on their way to her. She yelped, clutched her laptop, and ran.

My mind couldn’t focus, and all I could think about was Damien’s words.

His grip was iron, his stride relentless. Damien carried me down the marble corridor as if I were no more than a troublesome parcel.

I had tucked my portfolio deep behind the velvet drapes in that fleeting instant of distraction, the ...