Jace stopped.
"Vivienne?" This time, a voice answered.
"Jace?"
His chest tightened and he followed the sound.
A dim emergency light flickered at the end of the corridor, illuminating a small room. Vivienne was sitting on the floor.
Her wrists were restrained. Her hair was tangled, her clothes dirty, and her face was streaked with tears.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Vivienne's expression crumpled.
She began crying so hard that Jace rushed forward.
"Hey, hey. I'm here. It's okay."
He crouched beside her and worked at the restraints. Vivienne tried to speak, but her voice broke.
"I thought nobody knew where I was."
"We do now. It's okay, let's take you home."
He freed her wrists. She immediately threw her arms around him and Jace held her tightly.
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