The early morning sky over New York City turned a deep shade of purple and gold as the private jet touched down softly on the long runway. The loud roar of the engines slowly faded away into a quiet hum as the massive black plane glided to a smooth stop inside a private hanger.

Clara stood up from the plush leather bed in the master suite, her heart beating with strong purpose and pure fire. She looked around at Lucian, Jax, and Silas. They were all dressed in sharp, dark suits, looking powerful, terrifying, and ready to stand by her side through anything.

Lucian stepped up behind her, wrapping his...