Sallie's POV
Just as the ashtray lifted high above my head, ready to crash down, the door exploded open with a deafening bang.
The thunderous sound made everyone in the room freeze, including me. We all forgot what we were doing as shock rippled through the space.
The imposing man from before—Denzel—filled the doorway. A squad of bodyguards poured in behind him, instantly tackling Kane and his men to the floor.
Backlit by the harsh corridor lighting, Denzel stood silhouetted in the entrance like some vengeful god. Then he moved toward me with measured steps.
The near-miss with the ashtray jolted me back to semi-consciousness, cutting through some of the fog in my brain.
I stared at Denzel in stunned silence, my heart hammering against my ribs like it might burst free.
Denzel reached me and extended his hand, lifting me gently to my feet. Concern flickered across his features as he asked, "Are you okay? Is your mind clear?"
