Chapter 4

The car descended into the earth.

Clara watched through the tinted windows as the vehicle passed through a series of heavily fortified checkpoints, spiraling down into a subterranean parking garage that looked more like a military bunker than a corporate basement. Men in tactical gear a

Chapter 5

The silence in the tribunal room was absolute, a suffocating weight that pressed the oxygen from Clara’s lungs. The men in the shadows, the grim enforcers, even the air itself seemed to freeze at the command of the man standing in the doorway.

Julian Cross.

Clara couldn't breathe. Her

Chapter 6

The ride to the penthouse was a study in suffocating silence.

Clara sat in the back of the sleek, armored SUV, staring out the tinted windows as the grimy, rain-slicked streets of the industrial district gave way to the glittering, towering spires of the city's financial sector. Beside