The city hummed quietly outside the penthouse basement, oblivious to the storm about to be unleashed. Streetlights glimmered off the glass towers, cars moved in rhythm, and the night seemed calm — but beneath the surface, a lethal game was in motion.

Inside the basement, tension vibrated like electricity. Every Sterling operative, every member of Helena’s security detail, and Maria Hart’s own finely honed instincts were focused on one goal: Wraith.

Ares stood over the digital map ...