RIKA
I wouldn't say I was blind, but I definitely wasn't seeing things clearly after that blast.
Everything happened so fast. One second I was standing across from Damon's desk discussing security protocols for Sloane. The next, the world exploded in fire, sound, fury. The force of the detonation threw me backward through the air like a ragdoll. My body slammed into the bookshelf behind me with enough impact to crack the wood. Books rained down, hundreds of them, burying me under leather-bound weight.
Now Damon's office—his entire corner of the building actually—was turned completely upside down.
I lay there on a pile of books that had probably saved my life by cushioning my fall. My chest heaved as I tried to draw air into my lungs. Each breath burned, tasted like ash mixed with chemi
