SORRY MR. CROWNELL YOU'RE TOO LATE
Julie Cornertoo late, mr. white! i'm married to your rival nowtoo late,she already married mr.righttoo late mr. billionaire: you can't afford me nowthree years wasted, i married mr·right
I said, already sprinting back toward the room where Lily sat with our daughter, "to find exactly which floor we're on."
I burst through the door, breathless, finding Lily exactly where I'd left her, our daughter still cradled safely against her chest.
Relief crashed through me so violently my knees nearly buckled and then the lights flickered once, and a soft, familiar voice spoke from directly behind me.
"Hello again, Chaise," Marcus's supposed victim said, standing calmly in the doorway I'd just come through, close enough now that I finally saw what I'd missed every single time before.