POV: Kesley

They brought her in at eleven in the morning.

Not dragged, not restrained, not in the way I had imagined it when I had imagined it, which had been more dramatic and more satisfying in the imagining than the reality turned out to be. She walked in under her own power, flanked by two of Leo's men, her coat still on, her hair still arranged, the particular composure she maintained as a matter of survival still largely intact.

She looked smaller than she had in my office.

Not physically. She was the same height, the same careful presentation. But something in the room she had walked into, the...