The world didn’t end with a big explosion. It ended with a simple click on Sarah Vance’s phone.
I sat in that booth, my body feeling like it was made of lead, while the tall man’s hand stayed heavy on my shoulder. I had thought I was a player in this game, but I was just a girl who had handed over her only shield to the wolf.
"Let’s go, Jane," the man in the suit said. His voice was polite, which made it ten times more terrifying. It was the voice of someone doing a job, like taking out the trash.
They didn't take me to a warehouse or a basement. They shoved me into the back of a black car and drove me straight to the one place I thought I’d never see again – the headquarters of the Riley Foundation. But as we pulled up, I didn't feel happy to be home. My heart just sank.
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