LUCAS'S POV

The tension in the glass hall reached a peak that was hard to breathe in, and it felt deadly.

The rain slammed against the glass roof above us, a loud roar of water that echoed through the huge room while the lights of Geneva flickered faintly through the storm. Every drop sounded like a small drum, counting down to something none of us could stop.

I did not pull my weapon. I did not step back. I kept my eyes fixed on Sophia.

Since we were young, I had been ready to give my life for her. I had bled in the dark, killed in the snow, and...