Chapter 8

"Speed up, Kaelen. Please."

The armored SUV tore through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan, the engine roaring as Kaelen took a sharp corner, narrowly avoiding a yellow cab. Seraphina sat in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the grab handle above the window, the other desperately

Chapter 9

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden shadows across the Italian marble floors. Seraphina stood in the master bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, deliberately so, having skipped her usual blush

Chapter 10

The server room beneath Vance Private Intelligence was a cavern of absolute zero-tolerance security. Rows of sleek black server racks hummed with liquid-cooling systems, bathed in the icy blue glow of a dozen massive surveillance monitors.

Seraphina stood in the center of the room, her