Emma’s POV:
I’m still in shock as Saint pulls me out of the room and through a maze of hallways and corridors. I barely process any of it with how fast he’s dragging me along. I want to ask questions, but something tells me now is not the time. I don’t know if Mikhael or anyone else is nearby, and I don’t want to risk alerting them if they are.
I decide to prioritize getting away from Mikhael, since he seems like the more immediate threat. I’ll handle Saint after that.
Saint pushes open a final door, his grip on my wrist tightening as he hauls me out behind him. I cringe away from the bright light of day, too accustomed by now to the darkness of my cell and the blindfold that came after it.
I feel a palm press against my lower back, then Saint’s voice is in my ear saying, “This way,
