Head rush Pt. 3

It had been two days since I had been captured. My family thought I was on a beach in California celebrating my 21st birthday, which had passed about five days ago. I was actually walking the streets of New York City. We had taken a taxi into the city the morning before. We know walked through back streets and Central Park. We weaved through office buildings and visited every store on the avenue. I was ordered not to remove my coat and not to speak in public, or else people would be able to tell I was a woman. We slept and ate in the finest of hotels, and rose every morning to begin another day of roaming. Even though I knew Chalice wasn't going to hurt me badly, I got into the habit of having panic attacks every few hours.
 On the third day of my captivity, I was shocked to find Glenn climbing through the hotel window as the clock struck midnight. Chalice was in the next room over, making a phone call. Glenn was silent as he glided into the room and stood next to me. Without words he smiled, pointed to the next room, and held his finger to his lips. I was scared. I had no idea what he mean to do. All I knew was to be quiet and still. I just sat down, trying not to make noise breathing as Glenn slipped away. I heard muffled fragments of sentences. “Why her? The information, unfortunate.” In an instant I heard shuffling and a cry of pain from chalice. Glenn left him moaning on the floor. Probably with a stab wound. He walked into the room and washed the blood off his hands with a victorious grin. Then he turned to me.
 “Let's go.” He took my hand and cradled me as he jumped out the window again. As we fell, my stomach did flips. I don't know how he did it, but somehow, Glenn managed to land on his feet. He promptly set me down and smiled.
 “You're safe now. I'm very sorry you got dragged into this mess. I can't explain now, but I can tell you that Chalice is not dead and he will be looking for us soon. I suggest you follow me, but I won't force you.” He spoke with worry in his voice as he eyed the gash on my face. I just nodded and silently thanked him. Although, I still wasn't sure if I could trust him.
“Hey, what's your name?” Glenn questioned playfully, like a child.
 “Atheme.” I replied. It felt good to speak my own name again. Glenn simply nodded and took my hand.
 “Come on Atheme, I'll take care of you.”