The rain did not fall; it attacked. It lashed against the cracked pavement of the city's abandoned freight-and-transit station, stinging Clara’s cheeks like shards of glass. Thunder rolled through the marrow of her bones, drowning out the frantic, ragged gasps tearing from her throat. Her boots spla

Julian Thorne stood on the rain-slicked concrete, watching the silver train disappear into the maw of the underground tunnel. The red taillights bled into the darkness, shrinking to pinpricks before vanishing entirely.

He didn't move. He let the storm rage around him, the icy water soaking through

The chemical sweetness of chloroform still coated the back of Clara’s throat when she clawed her way back to consciousness.

She gasped, her eyes snapping open to the flickering, jaundiced glow of the streetlamp bleeding through her apartment window. For a terrifying second, she thought she was sti