DANNY POV

Every step out of the vault feels heavier than the one before it.

Chloe doesn’t let go of my arm. She doesn’t say a word, either—and the silence between us is different than the kind we had upstairs. This one is shaped by revelation. By betrayal. By something ancient getting clawed back into the light.

The elevator ride up is slow. Too slow.

My mind is already replaying every conversation I ever had with Adrian Hale.

Every handshake.

Every recommendation he signed.

Every ...