Chapter 25 The Dead-man's Switch

• "Don't move a millimeter, Victoria," Casian growled, his voice dropping to a low, lethal register that seemed to vibrate straight through the concrete floor.
• He didn't take a step forward. His matte-black sidearm remained locked onto the center of her chest, his iron grip unshakeable despite the flashing red strobe light reflecting off his dark hazel eyes.
• Victoria didn't flinch. She took one slow, deliberate step closer, the sharp click of her stiletto heel ringing out like a countdown in the silent, darkened room. The green LED on the small silver transmitter in her palm pulsed with a steady, hypnotic rhythm.