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People are filing back in.

Sunny should have come back by now.

I try Oliver’s card again to gain access to the hall she went down. It beeps red.

No.No, no, no.

I can’t get in to her.

Fuck it. Time to swallow my pride.

I run for the stairs, going down to my usual floor to get help from the guys.

29

TRENT

I’m waiting in the hallway by the bank of elevators for Harper, scrolling through security feeds on my phone, when she comes bursting out of the stairwell a few extra feet away.

She’s running when I step into her path, her eyes wild as she runs into my chest. Hard. Her hands twist around my shirt.

My heart drops as I get a good look at her.

She’s pale. Shaking.

“Harper?”

Her words are all jumbled, but I grabbed Sunny. In trouble. Stupid plan. My worry crescendos to a baseline. I need to settle her down before I’ll get the whole story out of her.

I grab the back of her neck and lean in. “Breathe. Start again.”

Harper blinks, those dark eyes luminous even under the fluorescent lights. I take a deep breath with her. I hate seeing her in a panic. But I hate more that we’re back to this.

Her digging on her own without telling us about it.

Ryan’s last words ring in my head.Don’t trust anyone. Not even them.

I tip my forehead against hers and take another deep breath with her.

“Try again, princess.”

She shudders, and I smooth her grip to flat palms against my chest. “Sunny. She’s not back. She went to check something out, and she’s not back—she’s not answering?—”

I don’t let her finish. I’ve already pulled my comm from my ear and jabbed the side button. “Grant. We’ve got a problem.”

I pull Harper close again and press a kiss to her temple to calm her—realizing too late that it’s too intimate for the office, too much, but I’m not stopping.

Fuck, this is why I should have left her alone, but the inevitability of loving her erases almost all the guilt away.

I turn her with an arm around her shoulder and escort her to Oliver’s office. She only stumbles once, and that’s a testament to how deeply she’s affected by her friend’s sudden lack of response. And if they’re doing what I think they’re doing, the consequences of being right and getting caught are as bad as she’s imagining.

Grant arrives at Oliver’s office when we arrive, just a few steps ahead of us. His short hair is mussed from agitation. He opens the door and pins Harper with a look as I push her inside ahead of us.

“Someone inside this building has been working against us,” I say.

Harper hiccups. “And now, my friend is gone.”

Fuck the cameras. If someone touched Sunny to get to Harper, they just bought themselves a death sentence.