# Chapter 87
## Natasha's POV
The panic started in my chest like a fist squeezing my lungs. We were trapped. Actually trapped with metal shutters over every exit while Kyle counted down the minutes until he killed us all. The baby inside me was maybe the size of a lemon according to the app I had downloaded last week though I could not feel it yet. That did not stop my hand from moving to my stomach in some useless protective gesture.
Adnar was already moving toward Ava. His eyes scanned the warehouse in that way he had where I knew he was cataloging every beam, every shadow, every possible way out. He reached Ava's chair before anyone could stop him even though Sarah was still insisting it might be a trap.
"Stay back," Sarah said but Adnar ignored her.
