The aftermath of Maximilian Voss’s death left the city in a strange state of suspended animation. It wasn’t peace. It wasn’t chaos. It was something in between a moment of reckoning where the air seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see what would come next. Lysander and Kylie had taken down the puppet master, but now the city was theirs to shape, and with that power came a responsibility they had never truly imagined.

The night Voss had been killed, they had claimed their ...