The moment of recognition flickered in Seb's eyes like a dying candle, but the shadow of doubt was quicker. He shook his head, his hand tightening on the car door. It's impossible, he reasoned with himself. Amara is sedated. I just left her side at the hospital less than an hour ago. My mind is playing tricks on me because of the stress.
"Seb?" Elara's voice chirped, snapping the tether of his thoughts. "Oh no, where's my bracelet? I must have dropped it back there when those men were grabbing at me."
She placed a delicate hand on his arm, her eyes wide and innocent. "I'll just run back and grab it. You get in the car and start the AC I'll be right back."
Before he could offer to go for her, she was already hurrying back toward the gaping maw of the warehouse.
Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating. The guard had reacted with brutal speed the moment Seb turned his back, slamming Amara back down onto the blood-stained concrete.
