AVERY: What do you mean?

ME: The Collector.

AVERY: Who is it?

The lift dinged. I didn’t have time to reply to her. I strode out of it and made my way to Ed’s office. I threw open the door. He was standing at his desk with his phone to his ear. As soon as he saw me, his face dropped.

“I have to go,” he said to the person on the phone.

I was relatively sure it was Flavia.

“You and I need to talk,” I said when he dropped his phone on his desk.

“You can’t come storming in here,” he replied, walking around his desk.

“Oh, I think I can.”

Ed stared at me for one long moment before he bolted from the room, not giving me a chance to stop him. I turned and ran after him. He shoved open the door to Avery’s office and my stomach dropped out from under me.

What the fuck did he think he was doing going in there?

When I got through the door, I almost fucking died on the spot.

My heart hammered in my chest.

Ed had a knife to her throat.

And Avery’s doe eyes were wide with fear and confusion.

Fuck.