She wasn’t in danger. She was just . . . on the run. That’s how it had to be right now. The fact that I was in love with her brother was completely irrelevant, especially the fact that I had been left behind to pick up the messes he made.
The poor guy had been a wreck since his sister took off. But Briana deserved to be with her mate. What did it matter that her mate was a poor man?
According to recent texts, that might not be true anymore, I reflected as I gathered my things.
I clocked my time, logged out of the computer, and headed out, dashing for the elevator. Hopefully, the damned thing didn’t get stuck this time. I had places to be.
God, I hope she’s okay. I haven’t heard from her in . . . weeks.
The elevator doors shut behind me, the machinery creaking as the car drifted to the first floor. Don’t get stuck. Don’t get stuck. Don’t—
A mechanical squeal erupted around me, causing me to close my eyes in defeat as the car came to an abrupt halt.
Just my damned luck.