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“No worries, Adrian. I’ve got this.” He did his best to build back a little faith with Adrian.
Corbin ended the call and listened for singing. It had stopped. Was she dressed yet?
Footsteps pounding toward him brought his attention all the way around to where he found her wearing a long-sleeved green T-shirt, jeans, and running across the room in clean white sneakers, barreling toward him.
She shouted, “We have to get out now!”
What the hell?
Chapter 20
Eirene had a denim bag slung over her shoulder. Did Corbin not hear her? She repeated her words with more urgency as she neared him. “We. Have. To. Go!”
Corbin moved faster than lightning and jumped up, grabbing her shoulders so they didn’t collide. “What’s wrong?”
Seeing fury in his face worried her until she realized it was out of concern for her. “Police and SCIS are on the way here. I got a text from my trustee, the bastard. He learned that I had been seen leaving my apartment on your motorcycle. He sent the police and SCIS for you!”
“How would he even know we’re here or who I am?”
“I don’t know. We don’t have time to talk.”
Corbin offered, “I could call my people and get help with this.”
“No, you can’t. If they’re shifters too, Leszek will not hesitate to send a horde of monsters after them. He’s willing to do anything to keep full control of his golden goose. I think Leszek likely cut a deal with SCIS to leave me alone as long as I’m his responsibility. I also think he has the police in his pockets.”
A siren shrilled in the distance.
He gave her a look stuffed with incredulity. He grabbed the bag from her shoulder, tossed his phone into it, and hooked the strap over his shoulder. “Is there another way into the garage from the outside besides the overhead door at the street?”
Standing still, she stared at nothing, then snapped her fingers. “There’s a refuse elevator rarely used with no one permanently living in the building. The access is a smaller garage door on the rear of the building. There’s a little road out there for any tenant to use.”
“Perfect.” He vibrated with the need to move. “Ready to go?”
“Yes.” She did not add that she was terrified after being shot at last night, but shehadasked the universe for ninja skills.
Her request had been answered in an on-the-job training sort of way.
“Stay with me.” He gripped her hand and towed her to the stairs he’d noted this morning.
Watching his every move, she hurried down behind on the pads of her feet, mimicking his low-noise descent.
He opened the door to the basement floor, looked around, and pulled her out behind him.
Sirens wailed, getting closer.
Calm and confident, he strode across the floor to where a sign above a door warned not to enter the trash collection area. It was locked.
He asked, “Do you have anything like a hairpin?”
“No, but I have a universal key to this building.” She dug it out and handed the key to him.
“Love it.” He kissed her quickly and opened the door to look inside, then handed the key back to her. “Stand here while I get the bike.”
He ran over to his bike, kicked the stand up, then leaned it into him and wheeled it over to where she held the door open.
Once in the trash area with the access door locked behind them, she heard the streetside garage door roll up and voices coming into the building. She ran to catch up with Corbin, who now had his bike in front of the smaller garage door. He released the manual locks at the bottom on each side and slowly rolled the door up.
When it was far enough for them to get out with the motorcycle, he said, “Sounds like people went upstairs first to search and are now coming back down. Put on the helmet. The minute I start the bike, jump on and hold tight. Which way should we go?”
