[Nicole's POV]

My cab had been stuck in the same spot on 5th Avenue for twenty minutes.

I sighed, blowing a stray strand of red-brown hair out of my face. Outside, the sounds of honking horns and shouting drivers were creating a symphony of New York rage.

I checked my phone again. No reply from Elena.

Something felt wrong.

Adrian had come home last night with his arm wrapped in bandages, looking like he'd gone ten rounds with a blender. He swore it was just a "minor accident" at the warehouse.

He said Elena and that billionaire should have been rescued by now. I didn't care what happened to that...