Chapter 5

A man's defined hand pressed the button for the top floor.

When the elevator reached the top, there was a ding.

I finally looked up and realized it was Ryan.

A different kind of chill slithered up from my toes all the way to my head.

A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth as his gaze drifted lazily across my face.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Weaver," Ryan said.

Yeah, it really had been ages.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a starkly different decor from the floors below: an ultra-minimalist palette of black, white, and gray.