At the far end, double doors marked NEONATAL CARE stood open beneath green emergency lighting.
For the first time since the outage, Audrey felt they might reach safety.
Then Julian stepped from a side room.
Elena stopped the bed.
Seraphina moved instantly between him and Audrey.
Julian looked terrible.
His shirt was wrinkled, his hair disordered, and a dark bruise marked one cheek. The polished man from the wedding had vanished.
“Get away from her,” Seraphina said.
Julian raised both hands.
“I’m not here to hurt anyone.”
Audrey stared at him.
“Where is Martin?”
“I don’t know.”
“You were with him in the garage.”
Julian’s expression changed.
“How do you know that?”
“Answer me.”
“He found me before I left the estate. He said Audrey was in danger and brought me here.”
“Why?”
“I thought he was helping.”
Seraphina laughed once, bitterly.
“You always think the person giving orders is helping.”