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Chapter Seven: The Morning After

Penulis: James Moon
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-12 21:19:23

The penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft, bruised light of a New York dawn. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city wake up. Below, millions of people were starting their mundane lives, oblivious to the fact that a war for the soul of a supernatural empire had just been fought in the hills. My neck still burned—a constant, rhythmic thrum that matched the heartbeat of the man sleeping in the next room.

I looked at my reflection in the glass. I looked the same, yet entirel
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