“Sterling, please...”

It was the last thing I heard my mother say as I stepped from my office, leaving her alone, and made my way to conference room four. My mind spun in a hundred different directions. As I reached for the handle, my phone in my pocket buzzed with PATRICK on the screen.

“I HAVE THEM BOTH. WE’RE HEADED TO SINFUL THREADS.”

Thank God.

My fingers itched to text Araneae, to warn her what was coming the next ...