Crane Global’s headquarters loomed in the early morning haze, a towering structure of glass and steel that reflected the sky like it owned it. Jace stood outside the entrance in fitted black jeans and a plain white tee, his curls still damp from a rushed shower. He looked calm, even casual, but inside, his chest was a storm. This was the enemy’s fortress. Elias’s world. He was about to step into it.

He took a deep breath and walked through the revolving doors.

The lobby was sleek, ...