Chapter Fifty-one
The case
The battle for the Knights Empire was not fought with weapons or money. It was fought in a room made of dark wood and white marble, under the cold, yellow lights of the New York Supreme Court.
For three weeks, the city outside the courthouse was in a state of absolute chaos. Every morning, when the black sedan drove through the iron gates of the estate, a wall of reporters and cameras would press against the glass windows. They shouted terrible things. They called Alexander a monster, a kidnapper, and a thief. They held up signs with Chase’s name on them.
Inside the car, Alexander would hold my hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. His face was tense, the lines of stress returning around his mouth, but his blue eyes never looked back at the cameras. He
