Adrian turned sharply, only to find Raya pressed against his back.
Her arms circled his waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him. Her forehead rested lightly between his shoulder blades, her breath warm, uneven.
"Calm down," Adrian said, forcing his voice steady as he caught her wrists and tried to ease her hold. "We're probably drugged. I'll get you out of here."
He moved for the door.
The moment his hand touched the handle, the lights throughout the Hart mansion went out.
Not flickering.
Not dimming.
Gone.
Adrian twisted the handle sharply.
It didn't move.
He tried again, harder this time. The door refused to budge, as if it had fused into the wall.
His jaw tightened.
The Hart house ran on a centralized system. Power, security, access, everything was connected. No electricity meant no doors.
Juliana had thought of that.
