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Brisbane, AustraliaThe apartment was quiet when Clara walked through the door that evening. Colt was already in bed, his race car bedspread pulled up to his chin, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. Imogen was in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea and scrolling through her phone."You're late," Imogen said without looking up. "Colt asked for you three times. He wanted you to read the dinosaur book again.""The one with the T-Rex that has the squeaky voice?""That's the one. I tried to do the voice, but apparently I don't do it right.""You don't. You make the T-Rex sound like a grumpy old man.""He is a grumpy old man. He's a predator from the Cretaceous period. He's not supposed to sound like a cartoon character."Clara laughed and dropped her bag on the counter. She poured herself a glass of water and leaned against the kitchen island, her expression shifting from tired amusement to something more serious."I need to tell you something."Imogen looked up immediately, her phone

The drive to St. Catherine's Hospital took fifteen minutes. Cassian spent every one of them staring at his phone, waiting for updates that did not come. His mind was a hurricane of worst-case scenarios. Head trauma. Internal bleeding. Permanent damage. The same words the doctors had used five years ago when they told him Clara was dead.He could not lose Emory too.He would not.When the car pulled up to the emergency entrance, Cassian did not wait for the driver to open the door. He was out of the car and through the sliding glass doors before Mike could even unbuckle his seatbelt.The waiting room was crowded. His mother, Elena, was pacing near the windows, her face pale and drawn. His father, Alexander Sr., was sitting rigidly in a plastic chair, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white. The school principal, a nervous man named Mr. Whitfield, was standing in the corner, wringing his hands. Emory's homeroom teacher, Ms. Delgado, was beside him, her eyes red from crying.

Texas, United StatesThe Saturday morning sun streamed through the windows of the Kingsley estate.Cassian had been awake since dawn. He had reviewed reports, answered emails, and spoken with the head of security about the school incident. But his first priority, as it had been every morning since Emory came home from the hospital, was his daughter.He walked down the hallway to her room and pushed open the door.Emory was still asleep, her dark curls spread across the pillow, her pink cast resting on top of the covers. The stuffed bear from the hospital gift shop was tucked under her good arm. She looked peaceful. She looked fragile. She looked like the most precious thing in the world.Cassian sat on the edge of her bed and gently stroked her hair. "Emory. Time to wake up, sweetheart."Emory stirred. Her gray eyes fluttered open, and when she saw her father, she smiled."Good morning, Daddy.""Good morning, my love. How's your arm feeling?""Itchy.""That means it's healing. The doc

Dallas, TexasThe apartment was nothing like Clara had expected.When Mr. Aldridge had promised a three-bedroom unit in a nice area of Dallas, Clara had pictured something modest. Clean, functional, comfortable. The kind of place a mid-level manager might rent while on temporary assignment.This was not that.The building was a gleaming tower of glass and steel in the heart of Uptown Dallas, with a concierge in the lobby and a rooftop pool and a fitness center that looked like it belonged in a luxury hotel. The apartment itself was on the thirty-second floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the Dallas skyline. The kitchen had marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. The living room was furnished with pieces that looked like they had been curated by an interior designer.And the bedrooms. Three of them. Each with its own bathroom. Each with walk-in closets."Mommy, this place is huge!" Colt tore through the apartment like a tornado, his sneakers squeaking o

Cassian stepped out of the elevator and into the quiet hush of the executive floor.The corridor stretched before him, lined with glass-walled offices and abstract art that probably cost more than most people's annual salaries. The view through the floor-to-ceiling windows was spectacular, the Dallas skyline glittering under the late morning sun, the streets below teeming with cars and people.Mike was at his side, tablet in hand, running through the agenda for the day. "Mr. Harrington is expecting you, sir. He mentioned he was preparing to come to Kingsley Industries himself, but since you were in the area—""I know what he said, Mike.""Yes, sir."They walked down the corridor toward the corner office. But before they could reach the door, it opened, and Richard Harrington himself stepped out. He was a tall man with silver hair and a firm, no-nonsense presence that Cassian had always respected. They had done business together before not as partners, but as allies in the complicated