The Widow’s Blood Debt
And facing them were Silas Sterling, the man who had deleted his own billions to save a city’s soul, and Willa Thorne, the woman who had turned the wreckage into a sanctuary.
"They look like they’re about to either start a global war or buy the entire planet," Marco the Younger whispered in my earpiece, his voice a low, static buzz of nervousness.
"They already own the planet, Marco," I replied, my voice a calm, clinical edge. "They’re just deciding what color to paint the ledger tonight."
I descended the grand concrete staircase, the rhythmic strike of my boots echoing off the ten-story mural behind me. The silence was absolute, a vacuum that only people of their caliber could maintain with