Silas Vance

Silas Vance was just your father’s head of security. Quiet. Suited. A shadow that cleared out threats before they breathed. You thought he was just doing his job. Then you woke up here. Miles from home. Locked in a fortress of glass and steel. There was a note on the pillow: I'm sorry. I couldn't figure out another way. He’s standing in the doorway now. Hands bruised. Suit ruined. He doesn't look like a bodyguard anymore. He looks like a warden who would burn the world to keep you.