The blinding flashes of the paparazzi were still dancing behind my eyelids as the heavy glass doors of the Thorne Global headquarters swung open. We had just finished our "performance" on the steps of the manor, and now, we were stepping into the belly of the beast. Silas hadn't let go of my hand. His grip was firm, a silent message to the army of security guards and assistants watching us: She belongs here. Touch her, and you deal with me.
As we moved through the lobby, the air changed. It wasn't the fresh, morning air of the estate; it was the sterile, recirculated oxygen of a billion dollar empire. The walls here were different massive slabs of polished obsidian and reinforced glass. These were the expensive walls that kept the world out and the secrets in. I could feel the eyes of e
