The clock ticked as it felt like there was no time to think. Elena's heart panted swiftly like a deer panting for water. Her legs couldn't keep up with her indecisiveness and  hastily followed him as if it knew the plan depended on it. 

The elevator doors glided open with a soft chime, and Elena  stepped in right behind him before it could close. The space felt strangely smaller now, as though his presence had stolen the air and filled it with something heavier—authority, power, and an ...