Far from the walls of Northridge, in an abandoned watchtower that had long since fallen into ruin, Kia stood facing the window. The faint silver light caught on the edge of his armor, glinting like ice.

Behind him, the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the stone hall. Someone was coming.

Kia didn’t turn. He didn’t have to. He had been expecting her.

“You’re late,” he growled, his voice low and his eyes glinting with fury.

The figure that entered was cloaked in black from ...