Page 128 of The Twilight Theft

Noah lifted Enzo in a fireman’s carry. “Make sure Scarlett gets the letter.”

What the hell?

Before I could ask questions, Drew lifted me, hurrying down the last flight of stairs, as though I weighed nothing. Above us, I heard the door to the second floor open and close. Noah and Enzo were gone.

The sirens grew louder as we reached the ground floor. There was an emergency exit at the back and a door into the front lobby of the building.

Drew checked the small window to the front and pulled away, flattening us against the wall. “Craig and Liana are out there.”

“Should we go out the back?”

“Will Noah and Enzo be there?”

“Noah knocked him out and took him onto the second floor. He’ll be out for a while.”

Drew finally looked at me. “He what?”

“Fire extinguisher to the head.” A shiver ran through me. I needed more adrenaline. “Just when you covered me.”

Drew grunted—the same way Rav always ignored praise—and pushed open the rear door into the alley space behind the buildings. He snuck along the wall and ducked down a narrow alley that served as the parking lot entrance.

The night grew brighter. Streetlights, lit-up buildings around his office, police lights. We did it. We made it out.

“You can put me down now,” I said. “I can walk.”

“So stubborn.” He hefted me, resettling my weight in his arms. “You walked all the way here—”

“Ran.” It was silly, but I wanted him to know how hard I’d worked, despite it all going to shit.

Drew shook his head and rolled his eyes theatrically. “I’ve never had anyone look out for me like that. The least I can do is pretend I’m saving you now.”

Pretend? He’d done a pretty damn good job of genuinely saving me from Enzo.

He continued walking toward the street, and when we saw the police cars, he blew out a long breath. “What did you take from Liana’s purse?”

To tell him or not? It wasn’t likely he’d blab to anyone at this point. I slipped Liana’s phone from my tights. “The scarab at the event was stolen from a museum in Cairo. We were considering a contract to recover it, and Liana might have the information we need.”

“That’s a crime. You can’t just poke around in her phone.”

“And you never did that in your former job?”

His jaw clenched. “That was about preserving the Nation, not about—”

“It’s all about the greater good, right?” Plus, we were still looking for intel on the data storage center. Liana’s phone might not have contained anything useful, but it was worth a shot. We’d have to act fast, though. Once Gideon found out the truth about Liana, he’d likely have her data shielded or fried or whatever the hell those tech security people did.

Drew frowned. “I expect that’s what Craig thought he was doing.”

“You okay?”

He pressed his lips to the side of my head and said nothing.

Emmett and Rav rushed across the street, from where they’d been talking to a police officer.

Rav reached for me. “I’ve got her.”

“That’s okay.” I waved the big man off. “My boyfriend’s got me.”

Drew’s head jerked back. “Boyfriend?” he said in unison with Emmett.

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