Ava's POV
The scraping sound stopped. The silence that followed was worse. It was the silence of someone listening, waiting for a reaction from inside.
Leo didn't breathe. He didn't even blink. He was a statue, every muscle coiled, his eyes fixed on the door. Slowly, so slowly it was almost imperceptible, he began to move. He took one silent step toward the shelf where his gun lay.
Click.
Ava jumped. It was the sound of the first lock disengaging. A deadbolt. They were in.
Leo froze mid-step. His gaze darted from the door to Ava, then to the gun. Five steps away. Too far. If he moved now, the person outside would hear.
Click.
The second lock. The door handle jiggled, ever so slightly.
Ava's mind screamed. Her body wanted to curl into a ball, to hide. But her eyes were locked on Leo. She saw the calculation in his eyes. The weapon was out of reach. He was unarmed. They were trapped.
