Chapter 4

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Thorne Luxury Group executive suite, casting long, sharp shadows across the imported Italian marble floor. The forty-fifth floor was a fortress of mahogany, glass, and ruthless ambition.

Clara strode past the reception

Chapter 5

The emergency room of Manhattan General Hospital smelled of iodine, industrial bleach, and stale despair. To a master perfumer like Clara Vance, whose entire life was governed by the delicate architecture of scent, the harsh chemical odors were a physical assault. They burned the back of

Chapter 6

The rain had started to fall over Manhattan, a torrential, punishing downpour that washed the city streets in a slick, oily sheen.

Clara sat in the back of a yellow cab, staring out the window as the neon lights bled across the wet glass. She was wearing a pair of oversized gray sweatpa