The silence inside the high-rise office was sharp enough to bleed on. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the city was a blurred graveyard of neon lights, drowned under the relentless onslaught of a late-night torrential downpour.

Jason didn't move. He stood completely still, the cold, unforgiving edge of the metal barrel pressed hard against the center of his forehead. He could smell the rain clinging to Selina’s hoodie, mixed with the thick, iron scent of fresh blood.

His eyes locked onto hers, searching the dark, hollow abyss of her face.

"Selina..." he whispered, his chest heaving. "Talk to me. What is this?"

Selina’s grip on the weapon didn't quiver by...