The dark speedboat roared across the black water of the river, its engine sound fading away into the foggy distance as Marcus escaped into the night. Clara stood on the wooden dock, the cold wind whipping her dark hair across her face while the heavy third ledger rested safely in her trembling hands.

Lucian stepped up behind her, wrapping his strong arms tightly around her waist to pull her back against his chest. His body heat chased away the freezing chill of the warehouse.

"Let him run," Lucian whispered softly near her ear, his voice calm and steady. "He has nowhere left to hide."

Jax and Silas walked over from...