"Your mother built The Broker," he said for the third time, as unemotional as if giving the weather.
I stood immobilized, those words tearing into the brittle wall that guarded my past. "It's impossible," I murmured, nearly not even hearing myself with the sound of the shrieking alarm.
Finlay didn't hesitate. "We don't have time for his games," he said, yanking me to my feet. His grip was firm, steadying me when I felt like the ground might fall out from beneath me.
"Luciana," the man called, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You're searching for answers in the wrong places. Your mother's alive, and she's been protecting you this entire time."
The words felt like they had hit me with the force of a freight train. My legs buckled, but Finlay wouldn't let me go. "He's lying," Finlay
