ting stone. Isabella's heels clicked sharply against the floor

" he commanded

e feet instantly freezing against the wet stone. The cold helped clear the fog

she asked, keeping her v

weapon, his eyes scanning the pitch-black tunnel ahead. "My car is waiting at the exit.

la stared at the broad silhouette of Adrian's shoulders ahead of her. He had orchestrated her ruin. He had forc

nable to keep the questions bottled up any longer. "If he

thless and desperate to secure his power. The ledger is the only thing that can destroy him. They intercepted a let

er tracks. "My birt

t filtering through a street-level grate above, his gray eyes l

staircase behind them. The hidden door at the top of the tunnel had just

tered. His calm demeanor was more te

of his skin sent a jolt through her body, but there was no time to process

the foggy, midnight air of the river docks. A sleek, bla

red, pushing her towa

nd them, illuminating the iron gate. A man in black tactical

shooter, firing three rapid shots from his suppressed weapon. The at

ver's seat. He slammed his foot onto the accelerator. The tires screeched against the wet wood of the pie

e city skyline blur past the window. She was safe from the syndicate for now, bu

she asked, her voice

road, his hands gripping the stee

ather's ledger. It is hidden somewhere within your family's old estate documents-the very ones I bought during your f