Chapter 12

Julian didn't hesitate. He launched himself across the narrow space of the control booth like a rabid animal, his polished veneer entirely shredded.

Lyra barely had time to brace herself before his hands clamped around her throat. The sheer force of his momentum drove her backward. Her

Chapter 13

The VIP control booth was a capsule of absolute silence, suspended high above a sea of pandemonium.

Through the reinforced glass, Lyra watched the stadium floor below devolve into a chaotic frenzy. Tens of thousands of fans were screaming, surging against the barricades, holding up the

Chapter 14

The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Sunlight filtered through the sprawling branches of the ancient oak trees, casting dappled, golden patterns across the manicured lawns of the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

Lyra stood quietly before