Chapter : The Reckoning order

Morning arrived like a storm I could feel in my bones.

The city outside our window was barely awake, but my nerves had been firing since the moment I opened my eyes. Today was the day. We either took Wallace down—or everything crumbled.

Lucien stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, already dressed in a crisp charcoal suit. His shoulders were tense, his reflection sharp against the glass.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” I asked, stepping behind him.

He didn’t turn. “Didn’t want to.”

I slid my arms around his waist. “You’re not alone in this.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But that doesn’t make the weight any lighter.”

He...