As he entered the hotel's conference room, the first thing he noticed was her—sitting there, poised, staring with an impersonal expression at the reporters who were slowly taking their seats. She looked untouched by the noise around her, almost distant, as if none of it concerned her.
Adam moved quietly, choosing a seat in the middle of the room, making sure he was directly in her line of sight. If she looked ahead, even casually, she would see him. He tried to guess what she was thinking, but her face gave nothing away.
His hand clenched against his knee. Was she going to side with Saira in this ridiculous crusade to destroy him? Was she going to stand there and say the things that could end everything?
