[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"Is he breathing? The monitor... it just spiked again, Alistair. You said the stabilization would be immediate once the inhibitors were flushed."

Sofia didn't pull her hand away from Jack’s, even as the cold, sterile medical equipment hummed with an aggressive, rhythmic urgency. She sat on the edge of the high-tech gurney in the Monroe Tower’s private medical wing, her fingers interlaced with his bruised ones. The room was a palace of glass and chrome, overlooking a rainy city that seemed to be mourning the chaos of the night. She looked up at Alistair Monroe, who was standing by the window, his silhouette dark and immovable against...