Lena thought it was the cops.

It wasn’t. It was Aaron.

Did it matter? Not even a little. Someone was here to save her, and that was enough to chip away at the suffocating fear that had been clawing at her all night.

Because, newsflash: she wasn’t some fearless superhero. Sure, she’d kept talking to the guy holding her hostage like it was no big deal, but her heart had been lodged in her throat the whole time. One wrong word, one flicker of anger, and she’d be skydiving off the roof without a parachute.

“shut up and back off!” Mr. Baxter shouted, tightening his grip on her neck. “One more step, and I’m taking her down with me!”

Aaron’s gaze locked on Lena, sweeping over her restrained form. His voice was calm, too calm, but his eyes burned cold and lethal. “If you jump, you gain nothing. Let her go, and I’ll make sure you get what the hospital owes you. Plus, I’ll personally give you a million. dollars.”

Aaron wasn’t bluffing. He just lobbed the bag he was holding straight at Mr. Baxter’s feet.