The van rolled to a stop in front of one of Park Avenue’s most luxurious high-rises.
The door opened with a quiet click, and Mr. Delaney extended his hand to assist me out. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, cold sweat coating my skin beneath my clothes, but I kept my expression blank. The last thing I needed was for these men to sense my fear. Not now. Not when I was walking straight into the lion’s den.
If Theron Lockhart wanted to remind me of his power, he had succeeded spectacularly. For a fleeting moment, I even questioned whether I’d been wrong to walk away from him the last time. But that moment evaporated the second I recalled what he said about my father. That single memory sparked a fire inside me, burning away every shred of hesitation. I wouldn’t let him manipulate or threa
