Back in prison, Victor Fernando sat alone — his thumbs tapping a familiar rhythm on a tablet he wasn’t supposed to have. A voice rang through the secure phone. “She gave them the server location. She’s decrypting it now.” Victor’s face slowly twisted into something less than human. “Monica…” he
Rachel swallowed. “They found Victor’s mole. A man inside legal. He tried to activate something… something your father called the Funeral Flame.” Monica blinked. “No… no, that wasn’t supposed to be real. He told me it was bluff. A scare tactic.” “It’s real,” Rachel said grimly. “And it’s happe
It was nearly midnight when Caleb and Chase arrived at Elias Dane’s apartment — a modest, minimalist space on the 28th floor of a luxury high-rise, paid for by Coles Group. A smart place for someone who knew how to stay invisible. But they weren’t knocking. They were already inside. Security had
The Coles Group cybersecurity command centre was alive with noise. Red alerts flashed across screens. Anomalous activity buzzed through encrypted firewalls. Something was off. Deeply off. Caleb stormed into the room, Chase right behind him. “What’s happening?” Chase barked. A young analyst, pani
Chase was in the kitchen, watching silently from a distance, his arms folded tight across his chest. Ariel glanced back at him. He gave her a small, reassuring nod. Then she called softly, “Sky, baby, can you come here?” Sky shuffled in from the hallway, dragging his feet. He looked older than h
Ariel sat alone in the observation room at Coles Group. The lights were low. The air was still. No guards. No Chase. Just her and a steel chair positioned directly across from another — separated by a glass panel that could slide away at the push of a button. Then, Monica was escorted in. Her hand