**Kael Maddox – POV**
The tires rolled to a slow stop in front of a gleaming, obsidian-black building that stood like a fortress among the lesser structures around it. I stepped out of the car, my boots hitting the pristine pavement with a soft thud. For a second, I just stared.
This wasn’t what I expected.
Darren had given me a rundown of the Delacroix Security Agency on the way over—“tight operation,” “just a small team,” “nothing fancy”—but what stood in front of me was anything but small. The architecture was sleek, with reinforced glass panels that shimmered like water in the sun. Wide marble steps led to a broad front entrance flanked by steel columns. Outside the entrance, a cherry-red Pagani Huayra sat parked like it owned the street. That car alone was worth more than what I ma
