“I told you to wait in the car, Elena,” she said, her voice quiet.

She stopped typing and looked up, her dark eyes reflecting the glow of the screen.

On the desk beside her laptop lay a small silver revolver and a set of keys.

“Marcus is outside,” I said.

“I know,” Sophia said, leaning back in her chair.

“He is trying to decide if he should kill my guard or sign the papers.”

“He won’t sign,” I said.

“He will,” Sophia said.

“Because if he doesn’t, the federal agents will be at his house in an hour.”

“I made sure of that.”

She looked at me, her eyes scanning my face, then my stomach.

“You look tired,” she said.

“You should have stayed in the cabin.”

“You lied to me,” I said, walking closer to the desk.

“You didn’t want to help me escape.”

“You wanted the shipping docks.”

Sophia smiled, a small, cold movement of her lips.

“I wanted both,” she said.

“I wanted to give you your freedom, and I wanted to take what Marcus did not deserve.”