Chapter 27: Personal Confrontations (Silas POV)

The theater’s still in my head—glass shattering, Mercer running, blood on the floor. Nico’s beside me as we stumble back to the loft, his hand tight in mine, both of us quiet after that ambush. Vance’s name is burning a hole in my pocket, Mercer’s warning—“no turning back”—loud in my ears. We’re ...