“Um, hi,” I said, surprised.
Even when I was here last time, none of the NYPD on duty had their uniforms on, but tonight, this one was, and he stuck out like a sore thumb.
Weird.
Lucas led me through the door and to the elevators, jabbing at the button. I looked around and saw another cop milling about, giving me a grin as he passed.
“Lucas,” I said as we waited.
He looked down at me, and I could see the tension around his eyes. “What?”
Maybe I was just overreacting. “Nothing.”
Lucas arched a brow, but I just moved closer to him, clenching his hand tightly. In a matter of seconds we would be in the penthouse, and there would be less to be worried about.
The doors opened and we stepped in, the mirrored walls reflecting our exhausted looks as I pulled the card out of my bag and inserted it so that the elevator would take us directly to Nico’s penthouse. He had given me the card after I had gotten out of the hospital, and somehow, despite everything that was going on, I hadn’t lost it.
The doors slid closed, and I let out a small sigh of relief, catching Lucas’s eye in the reflection. He was on high alert, and I knew he was armed to the teeth, which did make me feel a bit better. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and help me forget for a little while, to just revel in the fact that we were both here and unhurt, but it wasn’t the right time for it.
The ride wasn’t long and when the doors opened, Emil stepped out first, his fingers on the trigger.
“Fuck,” I heard him say before I rushed out and gasped at the sight.