Chapter 153
"You dont suppose they’re going to shoot us right?" Harlowe whispered, tone dry as he sized up the man ahead.
"No, too loud and messy."Winter shook his head, lip twitching with amusement. "They’d probably poison or gas us. That would be easier to cover up."
Harlow hummed, nodding his head in agreement. "You got anyone who’d notice you’re missing?"
Winter’s thoughts drifted to Zara and Leo, "Yeah, I’d like to think so."
"Eww, what’s that look on your face?" Harlowe snorted. "She’s got you whipped."
Winter scowled and punched his shoulder, keeping his superhuman strength in check. This idiot. They were possibly walking to their deaths, and he was making jokes, huh?
"Please step inside," the escort said, glaring at them.
Harlowe walked in first, bumping into the escort while winter followed behind.
The room was colder than expected like the vents were blasting recycled air with just enough chill to keep them uncomfortable. The metal walls hummed faintly with the ever-present drone of security systems. Two officials sat behind a steel table, their expressions unreadable.
Winter and Harlow stood in front of them, the only sound in the room—the steady tick of the overhead clock.
"Sit," one of the officials instructed.