Elise's pov

"Absolutely not."

I crossed my arms and stared Sebastian down across the kitchen island. "You can't keep me locked in this penthouse forever."

"I can try."

"Sebastian, she's my sister. I need to see her. I need to talk to someone who isn't involved in all this corporate espionage and surveillance madness."

He set down his coffee mug with more force than necessary. "You mean someone who isn't me."

"That's not what I said."

"But it's what you meant." He ran a hand through his ...