The hunger was a sharp, physical pain, but the shame was worse. Evelina sat on the floor of the glass walled living room where Dante had left her, her knees pulled to her chest. The sun had moved across the sky, casting long, jagged shadows across the penthouse, turning the luxury suite into a cage of iron bars and gray light.
She had tried to hack him. She had tried to find the truth about The Thorne Contingency. And she had failed within minutes.
The elevator chime broke the silence.
Evelina flinched. She expected Dante to return with a whip or a lawyer.
But it wasn’t Dante. It was Luca Rossi.
The Head of Security stepped off the elevator. He wasn’t looking at Evelina. He was looking at a tablet, his face grim. He walked straight to the wall panel that controlled the suite’s environ
