The dark red emergency lights of the city hospital were quiet and peaceful compared to the roaring storm on top of the tower. Cold white rain washed over the city glass, but inside the private suite, everything was quiet, warm, and bright.

Julian Vance sat on the soft leather chair beside the bed. His left shoulder was wrapped tightly in clean white bandages, holding his arm still after the doctors stitched up the bullet wound. His dark eyes never left Evelyn’s face for a single second.

Evelyn lay on the thick white sheets, resting her head against the soft pillows. She wore a simple blue silk robe, her long hair...