Chapter 8

The silence of my hotel suite was a heavy, suffocating blanket. I sat on the edge of the velvet armchair, the city lights of the skyline reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows. With slow, agonizing precision, I used my left hand to unclasp the custom silk sling I had worn to the gall

Chapter 9

The silence in the executive office of Thorne Industries was absolute, save for the frantic, erratic tapping of Julian Thorne’s fingers against his mahogany desk. He stared at the glowing screen of his laptop, his bloodshot eyes scanning medical journals, surgical directories, and experim

Chapter 10

The rain began to fall over the city in thick, heavy sheets, beating against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Thorne penthouse. Inside, the massive luxury apartment was submerged in shadows, the only light coming from the moody, gray storm outside.

The front door clicked open, and C