Limone watched as Charles retrieved his phone, his lean frame moving toward a quieter corner to make a call.

She stayed hidden near the emergency exit stairs, cautious not to let Sutton catch her lurking.

Charles ended the call and returned, standing over her. His gaze commanded the room, sharp and unflinching. He spoke with a confidence tinged with arrogance: “Come with me.”

“Where to?”

“To enjoy the ...