"Fifteen million?" Seraphina's voice sliced through the damp, subterranean air, devoid of the panic her former lieutenants were undoubtedly expecting. She stood at the end of her iron tether, her wrists chafed by the heavy manacles, but her posture remained as impossibly straight as it was behind he

Seraphina didn't lower the bloody karambit. She didn't wipe the sweat from her eyes or the blood from her collarbone. She stood rooted to the concrete, her chest heaving, her gaze locked on the dark silhouette illuminated by the harsh white spotlight above.

The silhouette didn't move. It simply st

The holding cell smelled of rust, stale copper, and the undeniable stench of subterranean dampness. Seraphina Vance was thrown onto the cold concrete floor with a bone-jarring thud. Her shoulders screamed in protest, the muscles torn and bruised from her brutal fight in the arena, but she refused to