(Lena’s POV)

Night had settled over the city, draping everything in a blue-gray hush. The streets below were slick from rain, reflecting the lights of Vance Couture like fractured glass. From the passenger seat, I watched the familiar building rise ahead of us. It looked different now, stripped of its daytime glamour. The windows that once gleamed with ambition were dark and watchful, like the eyes of something alive.

Arthur parked two blocks away. Damian’s voice was low and steady as he ...