Chapter : Ghosts in the Garden

The cold night air sliced through me like a blade as I stepped out of the Syndicate compound. The coordinates burned in my pocket, etched into my mind. I could still see her face—Brandy, calm and smug in the surveillance still, like she’d already won.

But she hadn’t.

Not yet.

The place was only a few miles outside the city limits—an abandoned chapel tucked into a forgotten corner of the countryside. I drove in silence, Lucien beside me, his grip on the steering wheel as tight as the fury sitting in his chest.

We hadn’t spoken since Elira showed us the location.

We didn’t...