The doors opened directly into the executive boardroom.
At the far end of the table, my father sat, and standing beside him was Silas.
Silas didn't wait for me to sit. He lunged toward me as I entered the room.
"Where is he?" Silas roared.
I walked to the center of the room. I didn't flinch. I didn't even acknowledge his anger. I pulled out a heavy leather chair and sat, crossing my legs with a slow, deliberate grace.
"He’s alive," I said, my voice sounding unnervingly calm even to my own ears.
"For now."
Silas slammed his hands onto the table, leaning over me until his face was inches from mine.
"What the hell do you want, you little b***h? Tell me where he is before I tear the location out of your throat."
I looked past him, meeting my father’s gaze. Harrison Thorne hadn't
