But if Greyson hoped all this would scare me off my story, he was wrong.
He met my gaze. “Hopefully, you realize your mistake now.”
“Are we going to the elevator?”
He frowned. “Jewel’s expecting you in the High Chamber.”
“I can’t go in, right?”
Greyson stepped forward and gripped my arm, leading me out of the room and in the opposite direction of the way I’d come.
“You’re so damn lucky I’m here.”
“No one can make me feel less than the person I am.”
“Then you don’t understand Pendulum.” With an ironclad grip, he led me down a sprawling hallway, moving with a terrible swiftness, passing several doors.
He finally opened one to our right and shuffled me inside the room. Then, he let go of me and moved toward a writing desk. He lifted a lamp and unscrewed the bottom, withdrawing a phone. Greyson tapped away on it, sending a message.
He glanced up. “You didn’t see that.”
Uneasiness settled in my stomach as I tried to guess who he was messaging.
He put the phone away and turned to glare at me. “You’re about to see the consequences of what you’ve done.”
“All I did was—”
“Infiltrate one of the most dangerous clubs in the country.” He shook his head. “We are weeks away from closing a deal. This is the only way to manage Jewel. You’ve jeopardized that now.”
“What are you saying?”
“You wanted in, you’re in.” He pointed toward a wall. “This is the sixth floor. If you don’t know the rules, you weren’t invited. If you weren’t invited, then you’re dead.”
I hurried over to him. “I have to go.”
“I’m giving you what you came for—a front row seat.”
“But it’s not safe.”
He stared down at me. “Don’t leave this room.”
I tried to grasp the profoundness of his words, realizing I’d been playing with fire, and the furnace was only getting hotter. “Where are you going?”
“To solve this.”
I pointed toward the door, as though it was as simple as that.
“What were you hoping to achieve, Willa?”
“It’s just a story.”
“You are about to become the fucking story.”
“I’m onto something important.”
“You wish that were true.”
“You’re protecting them.”