“Fuck,” I mumble, deciding to skip the elevator, and looking for the stairs. “I gotta go.” “Jaime—” But he doesn’t finish because I’m hanging up and sprinting toward the door to the stairs. “Sir, you need to—” Someone tries to stop me, but I don’t listen. Instead, I’m storming up the stairs, eyes glued to Ava’s location on my phone, and praying to whoever the fuck will listen that I didn’t make the biggest mistake of my life by leaving her side.
