ARIA

I didn't bother trying to figure out who Zane was talking to in the stairwell.

Honestly, it was the least of my problems. Whoever was on the other end of that line—a creditor, a family friend, a lover—it didn't matter to me. Zane was unraveling, and a desperate woman makes messy mistakes. I couldn't afford to get caught in her debris field, not when I was so close to the finish line.

I turned away from the heavy metal door, tuning out her frantic whispers, and hurried back down the corridor. I didn't run, but I walked with a speed that burned in my calves. I needed to get...