“Why didn’t you interrupt my conversation with Kate so I could speak with
him?”
“Mr. Grey told me not to.”
I purse my lips. The elevator arrives, and we ride up in silence. I’m suddenly
grateful that Christian has a whole night to recover from his snit-fit, and that
he’s on the other side of the country. It gives me some time. On the other
hand . . . I miss him.
The doors to the elevator open, and for a split second I stare at the foyer
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smashed into fragments all over the floor of the foyer, water and flowers and
chunks of china are strewn everywhere, and the table is overturned. Sawyer
grabs my arm and pulls me back into the elevator.
“Stay there,” he hisses, drawing a gun. He steps into the foyer and
disappears from my field of vision.
Oh no! I cower in the back of the elevator. What’s going on?
“Luke!” I hear Ryan call from inside the great room. “Code blue!”
Code blue?
“You ha一ve the perp?” Sawyer calls back. “Jesus H. Christ!”
I flatten myself against the elevator wall. What the hell is happening?
Adrenaline spikes through my body, and my heart leaps into my throat. I hear
soft voices, and a moment later Sawyer reappears in the foyer, standing in
the puddle of water. He reholsters his gun.
“You can come in, Mrs. Grey,” he says gently.
“What’s happened, Luke?” My voice is barely a whisper.
“We’ve had a visitor.” He takes my elbow, and I’m grateful for the support—
my legs ha一ve turned to jelly. I walk with him through the open double doors.
Ryan is standing at the entrance of the great room. A cut above his eye is
bleeding, and there’s another on his mouth. He looks roughed up, his clothes
disheveled. But what’s more shocking is Mr. Jack Hyde slumped at his feet.
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