MIRA

Jerry's phone buzzes.

“I need to take this Mi.. I'll be right back.”

He steps out to make a secure call. I pace around the room for a moment and move to the window, watching the Paris streetlights flicker in the drizzle of the rain. My mind is a storm of heavy thoughts and plans. Find Aurora and make her pay, find Adrian, clear Jackson’s name, and restore everything to the way it used to be, or at least try.

The hallway outside is suddenly too quiet. A knot tightens in my ...