ANMELDEN- WILLOW"Faster, Marcus! If those hydraulic seals drop, we're locked out in the parking lot!" I yelled over the deafening roar of the service elevator plunging down to the basement level."I'm pushing the engine as hard as it goes, Princess!" Marcus yelled back from the driver’s seat of the tactical transport van as he whipped the steering wheel around a concrete pillar. "If we hit one more garbage can, the bumper's falling off!""Just drive!" Dexter barked from beside me, checking the magazine clip on his sidearm with a sharp clack. His dark eyes were fixed straight ahead on the heavy steel reinforcement doors of the Sector Four assembly annex fifty yards down the ramp.Through the thick glass windshield, we could see the massive, multi-ton iron doors of the grand hall slowly grinding together. A loud, continuous klaxon was blaring overhead, flashing an angry orange light across the pavement. Ronin’s team wasn't just trying to lock the floor early; they were trying to seal the whole
- WILLOWThe central office at two in the morning looked like a caffeine-fueled disaster zone. Empty paper cups, crumpled printouts, and half-eaten protein bars were scattered across my desk like confetti after a bad party.My eyes felt like they were coated in sand, and my back was screaming from hunching over the monitor for the last four hours."If I see one more corrupted data packet, I'm going to throw this laptop out the window," I mumbled, my fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard as I encrypted the final backup cloud packet."Try hitting it. Usually works for army radios," a deep, rough voice murmured from the doorway.I didn't even have to look up to know who it was.Dexter walked into the office, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, carrying two paper cups from the lobby machine that smelled vaguely of burnt beans and chicory. He set one down right beside my keyboard, leaning his hip against the edge of the desk."You look like hell, Princess," he said, a tired, lopsi
- DEXTER"Arrest him?" I let out a dry, short laugh that bounced right off the tile walls. I kept my hands shoved deep in my pockets, leaning my weight onto one hip as I looked at my old man. "Dad, that bastard Callum was just trying to kidnap a royal logistics lead. If anything, my guys should be tossing him in the sub-basement with the rats."Lord Lambert’s face turned the color of a bruised plum. He took a heavy step forward, his silver hair catching the overhead light as he pointed a shaking finger right at my chest."Don't play games with me, Dexter!" Lambert roared, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated rage. "You put your hands on a registered citizen inside a state facility without a warrant! Your little playboy routine has finally crossed the line into criminal liability!""Criminal liability?" I smirked, tilting my head. "That’s rich coming from the guy who rammed my front gate with three cars and forged half the land deeds in Sector Two.""You arrogant little bastard.
- WILLOW"You're not going anywhere, Willow," Callum growled, his breath reeking of stale bourbon as he lunged forward and grabbed my wrist. His fingers clamped down hard, tight enough to bruise. "Not until you tell me how to get out of Luidel before tomorrow morning."I didn't try to wrestle my arm back like some damsel in distress. I just stared at his sweaty, panicked face, let out a slow, sharp breath, and squeezed my fingers into a tight fist."Let go of me, Callum," I said, lowering my voice into a flat, deadly warning. "Before I break your thumb.""You're not going anywhere!" Callum hissed, panic making his voice crack like a teenager's as he tried to yank me toward the service exit door behind the washbasins. "Sherlyn, help me grab her! We need a hostage if we're gonna make it past the front gates!"Sherlyn stood frozen by the counter, her eyes wide as saucers, staring at Callum like he had completely lost his mind. "Are you out of your damn mind, Callum?! Let go of her right
- WILLOWThe brass latch on the ladies' lounge door clicked shut behind me, instantly cutting off the roar of the gala orchestra outside.I leaned against the marble sink, letting out a long, heavy breath as I looked in the massive gilded mirror. The sleek midnight-blue dress Noah had picked out looked incredible, but three hours of dodging high-society elders and ignoring corporate gossip was enough to give anyone a pounding headache. I grabbed a paper towel, dabbing a few drops of cold water on my neck."Enjoying your final hours as a free woman, Willow?"I didn't even have to turn around. That shrill, condescending voice echoed off the polished tile like nails on a chalkboard.Sherlyn stood in the doorway, wearing her deep scarlet gown, her tight blonde ringlets bouncing as she crossed her arms. Her mouth was twisted into that same vicious, predatory smirk she’d been sporting out on the ballroom floor."Sherlyn," I said, tossing the paper towel into the brass bin and turning arou
- WILLOW"I swear to God, Marcus, if you spill one drop of espresso on my tactical vest, I'll assign you to border patrol in the eastern swamps for six months," I said, adjusting the cuffs of my black formal jacket in front of the mirror.Marcus snorted and tossed a file onto my desk. "Relax, Commander. The GPS signal on the decoy drives is solid. The silver sedan stopped right outside Lord Lambert's estate in Sector Two ten minutes ago. They think they've got us by the throat.""Let them celebrate," I smirked, checking my sidearm in its hidden shoulder holster before buttoning the jacket over it. "Makes it ten times sweeter when we hit 'em on the assembly floor tomorrow."I grabbed my keys and left my quarters, heading down the polished marble corridor toward the main reception hall.The capital was practically bursting at the seams tonight. Delegates from all fifty packs poured into Luidel, filling every hotel room, pavilion, and private lounge in the city. We couldn't walk five ste







