Chapter 185

• Nathan's pov
• I could hear the reporters before I even stepped out. Their voices buzzed like a swarm of flies—loud, impatient, aggressive. Thomas stood beside me, fixing my collar with a quiet sort of worry in his eyes. I gave him a firm nod, more to reassure myself than him, then turned to the tall double doors.
• “You ready, sir?” Seymour asked as he adjusted his earpiece. His expression was unreadable, but the faint tension around his jaw betrayed how serious this was. He didn’t need to say anything else. The world was watching.