Neil sat stiffly in his chair, his expression grim as he stared out through the towering glass window of his office. The late afternoon sunlight spilled through the glass, casting his tall figure in reflection—broad-shouldered, powerful, but clouded with unease. His hand clenched into a fist on the desk, his mind wandering far, circling one name over and over.

Lena.

“What are you planning, Lena?” he muttered under his breath, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes narrowed, filled ...