I didnāt do it. I never betrayed my friend. Last year, I was kidnapped along with presidential candidateās daughter Lindsay Bosworth, forced to help her assailants, my mother implicated in one of the biggest political scandals in American history. Iāve been cleared of any wrongdoing, but that doesnāt matter. Once youāre tried by the media, youāre guilty as sin. The truth doesnāt get the publicās attention. But shame? Shame sells. And everyone assumes youāre tainted. Now I have my own personal security team, courtesy of the United States government. Not the one you learned about in civics class, though. Iām being tracked by the deep state. The shadow government. Theyāve assigned Silas Gentian to be with me 24/7. He thinks he knows everything about me ā all of it bad ā and he does. On paper. Like everyone else, he assumes Iām a traitor. A backstabber. A betrayer. Someone who helped a group of violent psychopaths, puppets of powerful men in Washington who made me into a tool. Yet I see how he looks at me. True desire canāt be faked. Or hidden. And that goes both ways. He assumes Iām trying to fool him. And he might be right. But not for the reasons he thinks.