Not her friend. She had no friends.
The doors to the elevator closed, and her legs quaked with understanding. He thought she wouldn’t get far. He thought he would come for her and nothing would stop him. But he was wrong. Lucian owned the heavens of Folsom, but he underestimated the depth of its hell. Scout was a master of hiding. She’d disappear before he made it to the street. She had to move fast, because once he found her, there was no telling what would happen.
The elevator opened again and like a queen conscious of the treachery that poisoned her court, in high dudgeon she walked on.