ASHES OF HER MERCY
"Where is Lucian?"
"Lucian is dealing with the mess you left in Zurich," Harrison replied smoothly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Or did you think I wouldn't notice the quiet paper trail you left behind before coming back here? He's angry, Seraphina. He's torn. And right now, he cannot protect you from the reality of this room."
Before I could answer, the double doors at the end of the corridor hissed open.
Dr. Jonathan Sterling stepped out, pulling his surgical mask down around his neck. Sterling was the chief of hematology, a man whose career, research labs, and lifestyle were entirely funded by the Vance Foundation. He carried an iPad, his fingers twitching slightly against the