Chapter 57 - Being Watched

• I stepped back into the hallway and was quickly met by a strong leading hand from Lorenzo. His expression was streaked with alarm and insistent that we needed to move on.
• My brows drew together in question. “What’s going on?” I asked quietly.
• The quiet, peaceful ambiance of the building somehow became filled with an overbearing, unbreathable feeling of eerie apprehension. Lorenzo didn’t need to say a word. I could tell from the strained look on his face that something was, in fact, wrong.