The night was a slow, suffocating beast. I had asked SERA to track Claire and her team, not expecting much at 2 a.m.—just another stretch of time to endure in the quiet hum of my own thoughts.
But SERA's response jolted me awake. Claire was inside a pub, a glass of vodka in front of her, untouched. Her team, meanwhile, was scattered across the city, guarding Andrey and scouring for the locations of every safe house tied to Nickolai. The stakes were high, the pieces moving in the dark.
An idea struck me, reckless and compelling: I would go to her.
But there was a problem. Claire knew my face—or at least, the face I wore in the world of men. Jack Reynolds, the billionaire, is the enigmatic owner of Immortal Enterprises.
