CHAPTER 201
THIRD PERSON
Romeo Salvatore had timed it down to the second—because the moment the elevator doors opened, he intended to drag the traitor out by force.
How could he have been so blind?
He tapped his foot against the marble floor, jaw tight. He was certain she hadn't left the level. How could she have? He had locked down the entire estate.
The elevator doors slid open with a muted chime after he keyed the final command into the tablet.
Katya's body pitched backward as the support behind her vanished, exhaustion and adrenaline finally giving way.
She would have hit the floor hard if Romeo hadn't already been there.
The sneer vanished from his face as instinct took over. He moved without thinking, catching her around the waist and grounding her before gravity could finish what fear had started.
Katya sagged against him, shaking violently. Blood streaked her cheek. Her breath tore in and out of her chest in shallow, uneven pulls.
