登入Buzz—Buzz—The vibration cut through the silence of the study like a blade. Dominic turned his head slightly, his hand finding the private communicator on the edge of the console with unerring precision. He pressed the receive button without hesitation.Avery pulled out her own phone, the cold glow of the screen illuminating her face in the dim room. She saw Drake's message immediately and opened it without a second thought.The communicator crackled with static before Drake's voice came through, slightly distorted but sharp and urgent. "Boss, we've confirmed Wenger's whereabouts in Sunset City. He was staying at a small hotel on the outskirts, but he checked out two hours ago. We searched the room. Found something hidden in the
The vehicle had been silent for about three minutes. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of gravel under the tires.Drake glanced down at the chamber's readings every few seconds, his fingers resting on the edge without moving. His posture was alert, ready to react at the first sign of trouble. When the tires rolled over the seams in the road, the chamber stayed locked in place. The mounts held firm, the base connectors intact.Avery leaned against the rear wall, her back pressed against the cold metal. She could feel the lateral force each time the vehicle turned, the subtle shift of momentum pushing her against the paneling. She closed her eyes and ran through the route from the private box to the rolling shutter one more time.
The red light kept flashing. Not fast. Steady, rhythmic, like something breathing.The entire auction hall had fallen into dead silence. No one spoke. Every eye was fixed on the bio-seal chamber on stage. The liquid inside was turning red, creeping upward layer by layer, like blood flowing back into a tube.Avery sat in the private box, her fingers pressed flat against her knees. She didn't even glance at Drake. Instead, she calmly calculated the distribution of security forces below. Thirteen men. Arc formation. Three crossfire points. Two elevated positions. She had memorized all of this over the past three nights. Now it lay before her like a translucent web, every line and angle burned into her memory."Don't blink." Dominic's voice came through the earpiece, steady and controlled. "He's waiting for you to make the first move."On stage, the auctioneer raised his gavel for the third time. His lips were moving, but his voice was already lost beneath th
The Obsidian City Grand Theater loomed before her—a grand facade masking the dark dealings that took place within its walls.The air was thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the cold sweat of nervous power players. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured patterns of light across the marble floors, illuminating faces that wore masks of ambition and greed. The walls were lined with dark velvet, absorbing sound and creating an almost tomb-like stillness that pressed down on every guest.Avery stood at the bottom of the entrance steps, tilting her head upward. Tonight, she wore a sharply tailored black long coat, its clean lines falling to her knees. The collar revealed a sliver of crisp white silk shirt beneath, a single silver button catching the dim light. Her hair was pinned up with precision, every strand in place. A pair of frameless silver-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. The cold metal pressed against her temples, grounding her, keeping her
"Take your medicine."Avery set the freshly prepared medication on the bedside table with a sharp clink. The sound echoed in the quiet room, breaking the stillness that had settled between them.Dominic was propped up against the pillows. He wore only a loose grey shirt, the usual suffocating menace of his presence dialed back to something almost approachable. His dark hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead in a way that made him look younger, less like the untouchable ruler of Obsidian City and more like a man who had been through a war. The harsh lines of his face were softened by exhaustion, and for the first time, she could see the faint shadows of fatigue that he usually kept hidden beneath layers of cold authority.When he heard her v
The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing out the wind and rain completely.Avery felt the full weight of Dominic's body drop against her shoulder, the side she had been using to steady him suddenly bearing his entire mass. The man who had stood before Martin like an untouchable god had finally released every ounce of forced strength. His tall frame tilted forward, collapsing against her without warning."Dominic!"Avery wrapped her arms around his broad back, trying to brace him against the fall. Her hands met fabric soaked through with cold sweat. Even through his shirt, she could feel the alarming heat radiating from his skin, a fever burning beneath the surface. His body was limp, heavy, all the iron control that usually held him rigid gone in an instant.His forehead pressed into the hollow of her neck. His breathing was ragged and harsh, each exhale scalding against her ear. The desperate rhythm of it echoed in the empty hall. She could feel the fine tr
Avery arrived at the sanatorium half an hour early.She needed that extra time—not just to review the records, but to steady herself before facing Julian. The corridors smelled of antiseptic and old wood, and her footsteps echoed too loudly against the polished floor.She went straight to the nurse
The heavy wooden door clicked shut, leaving behind a faint, chilly draft from the corridor.Only after Drake had exited and the surrounding air collapsed back into a dead silence did Avery finally venture to poke her head out from beneath the heavy duvet. The flush on her cheeks hadn’t fully faded,
Dorothea required two stitches on her forehead.Because she was so young, the local anesthetic had to be strictly limited. She trembled with pain throughout the procedure but never made a sound, her small hand simply crushing Avery's fingers in a desperate grip.Avery could feel every
During breakfast, Dorothea kept her eyes fixed on the staircase.Avery sat across from her, mechanically stirring her oatmeal, her gaze never leaving her daughter for a single second.The word "lullaby" from Drake the previous night felt like a thin wire tightened around her throat.







