“Integrity isn’t a location, Ariel. It’s not a byline or a business card.” He steps closer, until our breaths tangle. “You think I don’t see it? The fire in you? The need to rip the world open and make it account for itself?” His palm slides down to press over my racing heart. “That’s not the Gazette. That’s you. And I’d take a crowbar to every printing press in this city before I let them extinguish that flame.”
