Chapter 11

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 c

Chapter 12

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