Mag-log inAvery’s POV The blueprint of a murder The heavy silence of the penthouse penthouse was waiting for us as we walked through the main foyer, and the warmth of the living room did absolutely nothing to stop the shivering that had settled deep into my bones. Alexa was already standing near the kitchen island with her phone in her hand, and the moment she saw my mud-stained jacket and Andre’s tense expression, she dropped her device flat onto the counter and rushed over to us. "What on earth happened out there, because you look like you crawled through a swamp and Andre looks like he’s ready to kill someone?" Alexa asked as she reached out to pull the damp fabric of my coat off my shoulders. "We found the place where they made the compounds, Alexa, and it’s much worse than we thought because Julian didn't just start doing this recentl
Avery’s POV A piece of glass It took a massive effort to pull my heavy wet boots up over the edge of the car frame, and I tumbled into the front passenger seat of the SUV while mud sloughed off my clothes and ruined the clean leather floor mats. The vehicle was already moving forward before I could even grab the handle to pull the door completely shut, and Julian's guards were suddenly running into the narrow lane behind us while the bright beams of their flashlights danced wildly across our rear window. Andre slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel hard to the left, and the car fishtailed slightly on the wet gravel before the tires finally found traction and we shot out onto the main road. "Did they see you when you left the loading dock area?" Andre asked as he kept his eyes glued to the dark road ahead and shifted the gear into maximum drive. "No, I don't think they saw my face because the rain was too heavy and I stayed low in the ditch until
Avery’s POV The drive to the old industrial district took us through the absolute worst parts of the city, and by the time Andre pulled the SUV up to the rusted gates of the abandoned property, the rain was coming down so hard that the old brick warehouse was barely visible through the downpour. We stepped out of the vehicle and walked quickly toward the side entrance, and I had to hold onto Andre’s sleeve because the ground was covered in broken glass and slick oil patches that made it nearly impossible to keep my footing. "The investigator said he left the side door unlatched for us, but you need to stay behind me because we don't know if Julian’s people came back to clean out the rest of the structure after the text message was sent," Andre said as he pushed the heavy metal door open and drew a small flashlight from his jacket pocket. "The space is completely empty, Andre, and you can see fr
Avery’s POV The penthouse was far too quiet while Alexa was at the office and Andre was out dealing with his meetings, so I spent most of the afternoon in the climate-controlled storage room at the back of the hallway where Andre had moved several boxes of my mother’s personal things from the old estate. I sat on the floor with my legs crossed and a thick stack of medical folders spread out around me, and I felt a dull ache in my chest every time I saw my mother’s elegant handwriting on the margins of her old journals. I was looking for anything that didn't fit the official narrative of her illness, because the more I thought about Julian’s sudden appearance in our lives, the more I felt like every move he made had been calculated long before we ever met at that tech conference. I reached into the bottom of a smaller wooden chest and pulled out a stack of old prescription receipts that had been clipped to
Andre’s POV The air inside the lounge was thick and heavy, and I sat in a deep leather armchair while I waited for Julian to show up, and I made sure my posture was relaxed even though every muscle in my body was screaming at me to get up and pace the floor. I had spent fifteen years living in the same house as this man and I had watched him manipulate Avery with a smile for most of that time, so I knew that the only way to beat him was to become the one thing he actually respected, which was a shark with a bigger bank account than his own. I adjusted my cuffs and looked at my watch, and just as the second hand hit the twelve, the heavy oak doors opened and Julian walked in with an arrogant stride that made my stomach turn. "Mr. Thorne—or should I say, the elusive representative from Raven-Alpha?" Julian said as he reached out a hand, and he didn't even blink when he looked at my face because he was
Alexa’s POV I sat at a cramped desk in the open-plan bullpen of Sterling Global and kept my head down while I typed out a series of meaningless data entries, and I made sure to adjust my thick glasses every few minutes because the heavy frames were starting to leave red marks on the bridge of my nose. The three rounds of interviews had been a joke because the HR manager was so overwhelmed by the sudden departures that she barely looked at my face, and by the time I was sitting in front of Julian for the final sign-off, he was too busy yelling at someone on his cell phone to notice that the girl in the dull brown wig had the same bone structure as the sister-in-law he used to ignore. "Lexi, I need those research files on my desk ten minutes ago, and why is the IT department telling me that the main server is showing a critical thermal alert?" Julian shouted as he stepped out of his glass office and lo







