But the moment we turn the corner, a couple of bodyguards at the end of the corridor stop us in our track. Daimon grabs my hand and yanks me in the other direction. My vision flickers as my heart rate speeds up, but we make it to the end of the corridor where we burst through a door into a concrete stairwell. I kick off my heels and Daimon holds my hand to help me along as we race up the steps. The sound of the door exploding inward and footsteps below us gives me that extra push of adrenaline I need. We make it up to the helipad on the roof at the north end of the property just as Julien’s helicopter is touching down. My hair whips my face and Daimon’s wig flies off as he race toward the chopper. Daimon and a guy inside the helicopter help me up. Once Daimon is inside, we take flight and my heart jumps at the sound of a gunshot hitting the side of the window. The glass shatters and everything goes black as someone falls on top of me.
