MATHEW

I pressed the elevator doors closed, but just as they began to slide shut, they dinged open again—Ethan’s hand holding them back. He barely managed a step forward before I lunged, blocking him with a hard shove. “I have to get to her!” he insisted, urgency sharpening his voice. I caught his arm, pulling him back just as the doors started to close once more.

“Ethan, wait!” I hissed, my grip firm. “Ariana told us to stay put. We have to trust her. If we keep pushing, we’ll only make things worse.”

Ethan shot me a frustrated look, his brow furrowing. “She’s with that guy! Do you think I’m...