The moment Martin got her out of the corridor, he opened the first empty room he found and guided her inside.
The door closed behind them with a soft click.
Silence.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Lana immediately tore herself away from him.
"Don't touch me!"
Her voice cracked.
Not from anger.
From shock. Pure, overwhelming shock.
She stumbled backward until her legs hit the edge of a chair.
For a moment she looked like a wounded animal trapped in a corner.
Breathing hard.
Eyes wide.
Face pale.
Martin remained where he was.
Watching her carefully.
Assessing.
The same way he used to assess threats.
Only now she was the one falling apart before his eyes.
"Lana—"
"Don't."
The word came out sharp.
Painfully sharp.
His jaw tightened.
"Are you okay?"
A laugh escaped her.
A horribl
