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

The rain felt like needles against Clara’s face as she sprinted through the dark, slick streets of the city. She didn't stop for crosswalks. She didn't flinch when taxi cabs blared their horns and swerved to avoid her. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, but the only thing driving her forward was the