"Turn the car around."
The words tore out of my throat, raw and desperate. I lunged for the partition separating us from the driver. "Oryn! Turn around! We have to go back!"
Cyprian caught my wrist before I could pound on the glass. His grip was steel, unyielding but not painful. He pulled me back into the seat.
"We are not going back," he said, his voice calm, contrasting sharply with the panic clawing at my chest. "The police are swarming the estate by now. If we return, we get arrested. And if we get arrested, we can't control the narrative."
"You don't understand!" I twisted in his grip, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "That drive isn't just data, Cyprian. It's the skeleton key to the entire Thorne empire. It contains the original source code for the Omni-Algor
