The interior of Clara's new Brooklyn laboratory was a cathedral of modern science. Sleek stainless steel vats lined the walls, connected by a complex labyrinth of glass tubing and digital pressure monitors. Under normal circumstances, the room smelled of raw, unrefined brilliance—notes of bergamot,

The wail of the sirens grew exponentially louder, echoing off the brick walls of the alleyway outside the lab until it felt as though the sound was vibrating in Clara’s very bones. Red and blue lights strobed violently through the frosted glass windows of the loading dock, painting the cavernous roo

The morning sun broke through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Thorne Luxury Group boardroom, bathing the sleek mahogany table and white marble floors in a brilliant, blinding light. The city of Manhattan stretched out below, a sprawling kingdom of glass and steel.

Clara Vance stood at the head