The skies over New York were deceptively clear.

From the rooftop of the Hayes Enterprises tower, Emma stood watching the sunrise, its golden beams striking glass windows like the promise of peace. But beneath that serenity, the world was already unraveling again.

Their success in Finland had brought only a temporary reprieve. VELARIUM had been neutralized, but not destroyed. Its fragments were splintered, and someone was gathering the pieces. And worst of all, Claire still hadn’t shown ...