Elowen’s POV
The deafening roar of a hundred voices trying to scream over one another filled the auditorium. The rapid-fire clicking of the camera shutters sounded like a swarm of locusts descending on the room, their disorienting strobe flashes turning the panic in my chest into a blinding, white-hot haze.
"Secure the doors." Killian’s voice didn't rise, yet it cut through the din like a blade.
Marcus moved with silent, brutal efficiency, signaling three security guards who intercepted Thatcher before he could take another step down the center aisle. Thatcher thrashed against their grip, his wrinkled suit twisting as they pinned his arms behind his back.
"She’s lying, I tell you!" Thatcher shrieked, his voice cracking as blood dripped from his swollen nose onto his collar. "The contra
