The cold afternoon wind whipped across the snow covered steps of the Zurich legal building, but nobody felt the freeze. The urgent words from Lucian's phone hung in the air like a heavy cloud of smoke, turning their moment of sweet victory into a sudden nightmare.

"How could he escape?" Clara gasped, her voice trembling slightly as she gripped Lucian's strong forearm. "He was locked inside a federal police van!"

"He had help," Lucian growled, his dark eyes flashing with pure fury. He put his phone back into his coat pocket and looked at Jax. "Silas says two armed mercenary vehicles rammed the police transport on the highway outside the...