Penelope POV
"Get back in the car, Penelope," Leif says, his hand slamming against the cold metal of the VIP exit door.
I don't move. I pull the black cap lower until the brim cuts off my vision, hiding everything but the hundreds of lenses flashing on the other side of the glass.
"They are waiting for a bloodbath," Leif mutters, his fingers twitching toward his waist where his piece is tucked into his belt. "Let me take the front. You take the tunnel."
"No," I say.
I push past his shoulder. My boot hits the concrete outside.
"Is it true you slept your way to the top of the Westview Governorship?" a reporter yells, shoving a microphone five inches from my nose.
The crowd behind him swells, a wall of cheap suits, heavy cameras, and sweat.
"Are you still sleeping with Kael?" another
