Aria didn't let go of Damien's hand as she dragged him out of the hotel suite and back toward the elevator.
"She has a suitcase, she was crying, and she ran," Aria muttered rapidly. "If she thinks her cover is blown or she thinks the Vipers are coming back for her, she is going straight to an airport. We need to catch her."
Damien let out a long sigh, accepting the fact that he was absolutely not going to sleep tonight.
He pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants with his free hand, thumbing through his contacts as the elevator doors slid open.
"Who are you calling?" Aria asked as they stepped inside.
"The only person who can tap into the city's traffic grid fast enough to find her," Damien replied, hitting the call button.
He put the phone on speaker. It rang three times before the line clicked open.
