Chapter 4
The Architect of His Ruin
The lock on the front door clicked at exactly 11:34 PM.
Clara didn't move. She remained seated at the head of the dining table, enveloped in the shadows of the expansive penthouse. The city lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows cast long, pale streaks across the hardwood, illuminating the cold
Chapter 5
The wind coming off the river was bitter, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of wet concrete and diesel exhaust. Clara Vance stood near the edge of the excavated pit for the new Thorne Enterprises downtown plaza, her hard hat pulled low against the gusts. She held a heavy roll of blueprints against
Chapter 6
The hallway outside the glass doors was a blur of blue scrubs and frantic motion, but Clara couldn’t tear her eyes away from the exact spot where Julian had vanished. The coldness in her fingers crept up her arms, settling heavily into her chest.
She didn't blink. She didn't cry.
The glass door