The warehouse was cold and silent. Lila sat tied to a metal chair in the center of the empty room, wrists bound tightly behind her back. The single overhead light cast harsh shadows across her face, making her look both elegant and dangerous. She didn’t look scared. Not even a little. Instead, she looked almost amused, like this was all part of a game she was still winning.
Reyes stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her carefully. He had been with Damien long enough to know when someone was dangerous. Lila was dangerous. She had that calm, calculated look in her eyes that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He had seen powerful people break in this room. Lila looked like she was enjoying herself.
“You can untie me now,” Lila said calmly, her voice echoing slightly. “
