POV: Ava
Leo's hand closed around her wrist and the room became a blur.
One second she was at the window. The next she was moving, pulled hard and fast toward the back of the room, her bag swinging off her shoulder, her feet finding the floor by instinct because her brain was still catching up to what her body was already doing.
"Bag on, both straps," Leo said, not stopping, already at the hallway door. His voice was completely level. That was the thing she kept noticing even now. The more dangerous things got, the quieter he became. Like a storm that went silent right before it hit.
She swung the bag onto both shoulders without breaking stride.
