The lock clicked into place with a sound like a gunshot.

I lunged back toward the steel door and threw my shoulder against the cold metal.

It did not budge.

The magnetic locks had engaged with full force.

“Rowan?” Marcus’s voice crackled in my earpiece, thick with static.

“I’m locked in,” I said, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake the baby. “Tessa took manual control of the security system.”

“I’m locked out of the secondary grid,” Marcus said. “Give me two minutes to bypass the firewalls.”

“We don’t have two minutes,” I said.

The intercom speaker overhead hummed with static again.

“You always did think you were three steps ahead, Rowan,” Tessa’s voice said.

Her tone was cold, sharp, and entirely devoid of the warmth she used in public.

“She is my daughter, Tessa,” I said to the security camera in the upper corner of the ceiling.

“She is a Whitmore asset now,” Tessa replied. “She is the only thing keeping your company’s shares in our vault.”

I didn’t answer her.

I turned away from the door and walked back to the crib.