Chapter 25: The Inner Circle
The ride back to the Thorne estate was nothing like the frantic, rain-slicked escape of the night before. This time, we were encased in the silent, pressurized luxury of Alexander’s private Maybach, the city of Lagos blurring past the tinted windows like a fading dream. The morning sun was now fully up, casting long, golden fingers across the leather interior, but the warmth couldn't reach the chill settling in my bones. The city was waking up to a world that had been reset by my hands, yet I felt more like a ghost than a hero.
Alexander sat beside me, his long legs crossed, his eyes fixed on a tablet as he dictated rapid-fire instructions to his legal team via a secure, encrypted link. He looked entirely back in his element—the predator who had successfully
