Security reached Damian in four seconds. He didn't fight them. That was somehow worse — a man who had the instinct to lunge and then caught himself, stood very still, and let two broad-shouldered men steer him backward through the alcove doors while every camera on that rooftop found his face and stayed there.
The whispers ignited like a fuse. Lila heard her name pass through the crowd in waves — Voss, Kingsley, Wilder — the syllables of a scandal assembling themselves in real time. She stood inside the circle of Kane's arm and kept her chin up and her breathing even while the world rearranged itself around her.
"Time to go," Kane said quietly against her temple.
His hand moved to the small of her back and they walked out the way they had walked in — like they owned every inch of it. Th
