Page 295 of Black Reign

“She never asked for anything.”

My father scoffs.

“Until now.”

“She still hasn't.”

“She's in your home.”

“She was nearly killed.”

“And your response was to bring an admitted hostile actor into a Blackwell secured residence.”

“My residence.”

“Blackwell property.”

“Mine.”

His fist hits the table again.

“No.”

I almost smile.

“No?”

“She leaves this morning.”

“No.”

His face hardens.

“She is transferred to Blackwell internal security for debriefing.”

“No.”

“We identify every intrusion, every file she accessed, every person she shared data with.”

“No.”

“After that, counsel determines which authorities take jurisdiction.”

“No.”

He stares at me.

The room feels very quiet.

“Excuse me?”

I straighten.

“Nobody is taking her anywhere.”

“You do not have that authority.”

“I absolutely do.”