Chapter 32

LILY step out of the elevator and into the private parking garage full of the most expensive, high-end cars and motorcycles I’ve ever seen in my life. My heart races faster than the Ducati I pass, and I brush my fingers over its supple leather seat. The sound of the elevator going back up has my stomach rolling. My pulse thunders against my pressure points. How the hell do they know I’m down here already? Glancing around, I scout for a good place to hide, but the garage is a massive square. And to make it worse, the entire room is lit by bright fluorescent lighting. Could I have picked a worse place to run to? With my blood thundering in my ears and my legs propelled by fear and adrenaline, I jog over to the line of cars farthest from the elevator and crouch behind the one at the very back. I lock my eyes on the shiny silver doors, my heart fluttering in my throat while I wait for them to open. The elevator only has three stops: the penthouse, the lobby, and here. A red L appears in th