The rooftop of Kane Industries stretched out like a concrete garden forty stories above Manhattan's glittering streets. Stefan stood at the edge, his hands gripping the safety railing as he looked out over the city that had witnessed so much pain and betrayal in recent months. The night air was cool against his face, carrying the distant sounds of traffic and the faint smell of rain that might come before dawn.

Hannah emerged from the rooftop access door, carrying two ...