Chapter 8

The sleek, black town car glided to a halt before the grand entrance of the Obsidian Syndicate’s downtown estate, the tires purring softly against the cobblestone drive. Silas, impeccably dressed in a tailored chauffeur’s uniform that did nothing to hide his lethal, Apex-level build, exit

Chapter 9

The grand ballroom of the Obsidian Syndicate buzzed with a frantic, electric energy. Word of the confrontation had spread through the crowd like wildfire, and everywhere Elara turned, she could feel the weight of a hundred calculating stares.

Kaelen remained firmly at her side, his pres

Chapter 10

The heavy, suffocating silence of the corridor stretched between them, thick enough to cut with a blade. Kaelen Thorne stood frozen ten feet away, his storm-grey eyes locked onto Elara. He had seen it. He had felt the terrifying, ancient static of her aura—a power that made the instincts