llway, replaying in my mind. Perf

ay to a hollow, aching cold. The last twenty years o

sensory deprivation tank. The psychological evaluations designed to make you question your own sanity. The

ved that one day, the truth would come out. That

fool I'

tials were void. I was locked out. But Marcus was arrogant. He

ey. I sat at his desk, my fingers flying over the keyboard, using the old back-door administrative co

as

ut hidden beneath layers of corporate encryption wer

r label

oe, my adopted sister. My sweet, charming little sister who

a partnership. They had planned my downfall together. Chloe fed him

und the b

etric scanners, motion-sensitive turrets, a panic room with an independen

sked Marcus to upgrade the security in my personal

s are rusty, darling," he'd said

hysical weight, pressing down on me, crushing the air from my lungs. He had