Silas froze solid on the spot.
He stared down at the blueprints on the ground that he had thought were nothing special, and cold sweat burst out across his skin, soaking his shirt clean through in seconds.
It finally hit him. He had not just ruined a simple set of blueprints with his own two hands.
He had destroyed the ladder that was supposed to carry him straight to the top, the very thing he had built his whole future on.
He spun around to face me, his voice cracking with desperate pleading. He said, "Iris..."
He continued, "I had no idea... I really did not know how valuable these blueprints were."
He asked, "Why did you not tell me earlier?"
I looked at him. The whole situation was utterly absurd. I asked, "Tell you what?"
I continued, "Tell you that I am the Sinclair family's
