The drive back to the mansion felt like a descent into hell. The image of the bullet hole in Silas's forehead was burned into my retinas, but more haunting was the image of that ring. The Broken Hawk. It was a ghost from my past, a symbol of a betrayal so deep it threatened the very foundation of the Reed empire.
I burst through the front doors of the fortress, my coat billowing behind me. I didn't want to talk to Jupiter though he looked like someone that wanted to say something to me. I didn't want to see my guards. I wanted—no, I needed—to see her. I needed to see the one thing in this house that wasn't a lie.
