lled onto the tarmac of a private a

door. "This wa

ped out. Her legs felt wobbly. She followed Liam toward

l suit sat at a round table, sipping coffee. When Julian entered

r voice breathless. "I wasn'

an said. He didn't sit. He walked to the window an

anned Elara's flannel shirt and dirty j

eather portfolio. "We have acceptanc

nces? I... I didn't app

igh-pitched laugh. She l

discussing the weather rather than a felony. "They have optimized your history. According to the paperwork generated by the Trust's l

widening. "You're a prosecutor. You'r

onal background the Trust has established for you. I had no hand in its creation, but I expect you to m

envelope across the table. "Columbia

ng. "Art History?" She looked up

. "Law is for wolves, Elara. You are a

. "I memorized the entire tenant rights h

gen out of the room. "The law is a weapon. It's dirty, it's heavy, and it breaks weak people. You need a degree

d, her hands balling into fists at her sid

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he saw

t," he said quietly. "Then we can

at caught the light. "Liam, get her to

lked out of the room

ion. She looked at Ms. Harper, who was d

rper whispered. "But

ld. She realized then that Julian Sterling didn't just want to control her pres

the door. "The pilot has

tter into her back