I surge down the steps. Luciano's eyes flick up to see me clamouring towards them with my hand still grafted to my sore wrist. Silas opens his arms like the centre of his own gravity as I allow myself to be drawn to him until his arms envelop me whole. Kelsey follows down after me, welcomed warmly by Luciano.
"We're leaving," our father announces.
"You should speak to Mr Vacheron about that," a security guard suggests with a threat at the edge of his voice.
"I'm taking my girls and we're leaving," dad repeats without compromise. "You may have to report to Colton, but I sure as hell do not."
