Chapter 14

Chaos reigned.

Another explosion rattled the foundation of the St. Regis, sending a spray of plaster and dust raining down from the ceiling of the coatroom. The screams from the ballroom outside were deafening—a horrifying symphony of panicked socialites, shattering crystal, and the re

Chapter 15

The ringing in Clara Vance’s ears was a high, continuous screech, drowning out the chaos that had consumed the grand ballroom. The air was thick with the acrid stench of cordite, shattered crystal, and the unmistakable, metallic tang of blood.

Victor’s blood.

He lay motionless across

Chapter 16

*Six months later.*

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office was blindingly bright, casting sharp, golden geometric shadows across the vast expanse of the drafting table.

Clara Vance stood over the sprawling architectural blueprints, a steaming