The lock on the heavy mahogany door engaged with a thick, metallic *thunk* that sounded exactly like a judge’s gavel.

Clara stood in the center of the massive, opulent room, her arms wrapped tightly around her own torso, shivering despite the ambient warmth of the su

The heavy oak doors of the luxury suite flew open with a violent crash, slamming so hard against the wall that the plaster cracked.

Silas Thorne stood in the threshold, his chest heaving, his dark eyes wide and frantic as he scanned the dimly lit room. The stor

The silence that followed the thunderclap was heavier than the storm itself. It pressed down on the luxury suite, suffocating and dense, broken only by the ragged sound of Clara’s frantic breathing.

Silas slowly pulled his hands back, as if the air around her had su