Chapter FourJackson's condominium is two stories high, pristine and full of muted grays and whites. It looks impressive from the outside, with most of the rooms separated from the elements by only a single pane of glass that suggests the resident has little to hide, but in her experience, the more people try to show outwardly that they have nothing to hide, the more skeletons she can find in their closets. She is certain that Jackson has at least a dozen in his. She is hardly the only apprentice who's been tricked into a life of thievery under his wing. She's just one of the few who grew their own wings and tried to soar away.
Stepping into his home feels like walking into a cage that she had escaped from, but she tells herself she's only being paranoid. Jackson isn't going to trap her in
