The sharp grey light of dawn broke through the heavy London fog as four shiny black luxury sedans raced down the quiet highway. Their tinted glass windows glinted under the dim streetlights, moving fast with private police escorts leading the way. Inside the front lead car, the air was warm, quiet, and filled with a thick, heart-pounding suspense that made every second feel like an eternity.

Clara sat in the plush leather backseat, squeezed tightly between Lucian and Jax. Her fingers were still trembling slightly as her dark eyes stared down at the glowing digital tablet resting on her lap. On the screen, the name Charles Vane stood out in...