The morning after the Zero-Hour Protocol didn't bring the sound of sirens or the smell of smoke. It brought a silence so profound it felt heavy, like the atmosphere of a planet finally finding its orbitt.The Vane Tower had been scrubbed. The glass had been replaced, the marble polished, and the three mercenaries Sabizina had electrified in the bunker had been "removed" by Marcus’s team with the quiet efficiency of a delete key.In the master suite, the curtains were drawn, letting in only a sliver of Manhattan gold. Sabizina was tucked into the center of the massive bed, swallowed by silk sheets and the heavy, comforting weight of Rage’s arm draped over her waist. For the first time in six months, she wasn't listening for the sound of a door opening. She was listening to the steady, rhythmic thrum of Rage’s heart against her back.He was awake. She knew by the way his breathing shifted the moment she opened her eyes."Stay still," Rage murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration th
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