The elevator descended too slowly.
Aria's heartbeat thundered in her ears as red lights flashed overhead. Each second felt stolen. She pressed her back against the mirrored wall, forcing herself to breathe, to think.
Don't panic.
She replayed Dante's penthouse in her mind—the exits he'd shown her, the ones he hadn't. The private elevator existed because Dante planned for betrayal.
Just not hers.
The doors slid open into an underground garage washed in shadow.
The moment Aria