The sound of a heavy fist colliding with bone echoed through the damp, subterranean walls of the warehouse. The sickening crunch was immediately followed by a wet, sputtering cough.

Silas Thorne stood in the center of the concrete floor, his chest heaving, the sleev

The silence in the penthouse suite was profound, a sharp contrast to the violent thunderstorm that had raged hours before. The rain had stopped, leaving the city skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Clara Vance sat on the edge of the massive, silk-she

The cold, heavy weight of the steel in her palm grounded her in a way nothing else could. She stared at the weapon Silas Thorne had just offered her, her pulse pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The gun was a physical manifestation of the choice laid bare bef