Chapter 52

• She'd missed her only chance, he saw, as her wary reversing took her right away from the open lift. Which left her with nowhere else to go but deeper into the apartment, treading bright white tiles on slender heels that made tiny tapping sounds as she went. He began to track her, his hand snaking out to flick the button that would send the lift away. Watching him do it, she realised her mistake, her lips fell open and began to tremor, and his chest began to beat to the drum of the chase.
• “Th-this isn't funny,” Camille stammered on a constricted flow of air.
• “I am not laughing,” he pointed out, lifting his hand up to the knot of his tie to slowly begin pulling at it.