The city was still half-asleep when the world tried to tear itself apart again.

Alexander had barely closed his eyes when Rowan’s call came through, his voice rough and urgent.

“We’ve been compromised. The files from the intercept Damien’s people are tracking the signal.”

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the dark room. Then Alexander was up shirt half-buttoned, gun holstered, and purpose burning in his eyes.

Across the suite, Amelia stirred. She’d fallen asleep on the couch, ...