Rain had been promised in the forecast, but the skies above Saint Odelia Children’s Hospital remained mercifully clear. There were journalists with cameras, contributors standing next to shiny banners, and volunteers in matching navy T-shirts lugging boxes of gifts and supplies in the courtyard out
Kaiser slammed the keyboard with his fist, the sharp crack of bone against metal echoing through the room. Blood rushed to his ears, blinding, pounding. His palm throbbed but he welcomed it. Pain meant clarity. He grabbed his phone and dialed. “Track every van within ten blocks of that street,” he
The warehouse smelt like gunmetal and gas. There was just one overhead bulb in the room, and Magnus Rooke stood in the midst of it. His fitted black coat, which featured subtle red embroidery, fit him well over his broad shoulders. His gloved hands opened and closed with each breath he took. The o
She hesitated at the threshold. “Kaiser…” His voice cut through the silence. “Lock it, Izora.” She didn’t argue. — The hallway was dim and empty when she stepped out. Her slippers made no sound on the marble floor. She didn’t breathe until she reached her room and shut the door behind her. Cli
The study was too quiet. Izora stood frozen in front of the tall bookshelf, her fingers still gripping the photo frame she’d pulled out just moments ago. The woman in the picture was unfamiliar, yet eerily beautiful copper hair falling in soft waves, standing beside Kaiser in a way that looked… int
The silence in the war room wasn’t peaceful. It was loaded, sharp, and buzzing with a tension that slithered beneath the surface, coiled and venomous. Kaiser stood with his arms folded, shoulders broad under the weight of a tailored midnight-black shirt. The sleeves rolled just enough to reveal his