"Hunted."
The word hung in the air, heavy and metallic. Cyprian wasn't looking at me anymore; he was looking at the horizon visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass, his expression that of a general surveying a battlefield.
"I can't just hide here," I said, breaking the silence. "If Lysander is cornered, he'll start burning evidence. I left things at the Manor. My server. My prototypes. The hard drive with the original source code for the Omni-Algorithm."
Oryn signed something rapid and sharp.
Cyprian nodded. "Oryn says the police are already swarming the Thorne Estate gates because of the charity leak. If we go, it’s a circus."
"It's already a circus," I argued, grabbing my clutch. "I need that drive, Cyprian. Without it, it’s my word against his legal team regarding the intellectu
