The guard who'd told the Supreme to ask her got no answer. Felicity waited for a second set of boots to come up behind his and for the little scrape that meant somebody was going to draw a weapon. All she heard was the catch in Damien's breathing under her cheek. He'd felt her attention slip.
"Keep one hand there," he murmured. "I'll tell you what the door does."
"I can tell you what it's going to do, sweetheart. That man hasn't knocked on a door he owned in years."
The handle went down. Victor and Voss stood either side of the opening, with Ivan far enough to the left to see past the first man through. They had left room for a person to walk in and speak to them. It would be difficult for anyone at their backs to claim later that they'd jumped him at the door.
