Chapter 45 Reunion In Chains

• The gun in Penelope’s hand looked like a continuation of her wrist, elegant, poised, familiar with the weight of consequence.
• The Archive’s soft security lights threw long shadows against the steel. Isolde stood frozen beside the console, the Ghost Ledger cradled under one arm, the envelope from her father clutched in the other.
• Penelope stepped forward, slow and deliberate. “I told you not to trust me, remember?”