"If I am yours, you wouldn't have me like a prisoner," Micah said, stepping closer until the gap between us was practically gone. "You wouldn't treat me like a nobody. You should be giving me the world and making me the face of your organization. You should let me do what I fucking want, and I'd be yours forever."

I kept my grip on her firm, reading the clear defiance under her words. I knew she was hiding an ulterior motive—she was Taylor's daughter, after all. But I couldn't unearth her angle if I kept her boxed into a corner.

"I won't hesitate to help you bring my father down,"...