I stared at the glowing letters as the phone buzzed against the raw wood of the crate.

My breath hitched in my throat.

I reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the device.

I pressed the green button and held the cold glass to my ear.

“Sienna,” Killian’s voice came through, low and calm. “Do not make a sound.”

“Where are you?” I whispered, my voice barely a thread.

“I am right outside your door,” he said. “Stay exactly where you are if you want to live.”

The call disconnected with a sharp click.

I stood frozen in the middle of the dark maintenance office.

Outside, the heavy metal doors of the main warehouse bay began to groan.

I crept back to the dirty window and looked down.

The massive steel roll-up door was rising, letting in the gray light of the storm and the sound of pouring rain.

Aries walked inside.

He was entirely alone, his black wool coat slick with water.

His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, and his face was set like carved marble.