I was still shaking when I walked into Reyes Global the next morning.
Not from the cold. Not from the lack of sleep, though there had been plenty of that too. I was shaking because I was furious. Furious at Adrian for trying to ship me off like cargo. Furious at myself for caring so much. Furious at the entire universe for putting me in a situation where I had to choose between my pride and my safety.
You're being foolish, the sensible part of my brain whispered as I stepped into the elevator. Go back to Beatrice's house. Go anywhere else. You're walking straight into danger and you know it.
I ignored it.
Out of a lack of common sense? Perhaps.
The elevator doors opened on my floor. I stepped out, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Every face I passed looked like a threat. Every shadow looked like a hiding place. I was paranoid, and I knew I was paranoid, and knowing didn't make it any better.
