His eyes were incredibly tired under the glare of the halogen floodlights.

“Is Lila safe?” Adrian asked.

“She is in the vault with Daniel,” I said.

“She is sleeping.”

Adrian walked over to me, his boots heavy on the wet stone steps.

He reached out and touched my shoulder, his black leather glove cold against my skin.

“It is over out here,” Adrian said.

“Now we have to clean the inside.”

Marcus walked out of the double doors behind us.

He was holding Elena by her wrists, her hands secured behind her back.

Her hair was messy, and her face was streaked with running mascara.

“She was trying to use the back staircase,” Marcus said.

Elena looked at me, her eyes wide with terror.

“Nora, please,” Elena begged.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“Caleb said he would kill my family if I didn’t help him.”

I did not look at her.

I looked at Adrian.

“Where is Clara?” I asked.

The name hung in the cold air between us.

Clara, Adrian’s first wife, whom we had all believed dead for a decade.