(Ethan’s POV)
The men exchange glances. The one with the camera slowly lowers it.
"Look man, we were just paid to take some pictures—"
"Who paid you?"
"Some woman offered cash—"
He stops as the distant sound of sirens, getting closer, reaches the building.
The men exchange glances, then throw the cameras and bolt. All three of them run for a back exit.
I let them go. They're not important right now.
Sabrina is.
I cross the room in three strides, already working on the ropes binding her wrists. "It's okay. You're safe now. I've got you."
She's shaking so hard she can barely sit upright. "Ethan. How did you—they grabbed me on the road—my car—"
"Shh. Breathe..." The ropes come loose and she collapses forward into my arms.
I hold her as she sobs against my chest, my own hands shaki
