"You're making a mistake," I growled, my voice sharp despite the fact that the rope cut into my wrists.
The man pacing in front of me didn't even flinch. His dark suit was immaculate, his face obscured by the dim light of the room. He was one of The Broker's lackeys, yet he carried himself like he owned the world.
"Mistake?" he echoed, finally turning to face me. "No, Ms. Vega. The only mistake here is your insistence on poking your nose where it doesn’t belong."
I didn’t dignify him with a response, focusing instead on the throbbing ache in my head. The chaos at the gala felt like a distant memory now, replaced by the cold, sterile reality of the warehouse where I’d been brought.
"Where's Finlay?" I said, straining at the ropes holding me to the chair.
The man laughed, shaking his he
