Chapter 801 The war room at Cliffside Haven was a bunker buried beneath the manor. “Celeste is trying to settle,” Felix announced. “She’s calling every five minutes. The stock price hit the circuit breaker. Trading is halted. Her board is convening an emergency meeting to oust her.” “Let her rot,”

Chapter 800 The next morning, I woke to the sound of crashing pots. I went downstairs to the sleek, stainless-steel kitchen. Lucian’s chef, a burly man with a military buzz cut named Grigori, stood in the corner, looking terrified. Alistair leaned against the counter, wearing nothing but sweatpants and bandages,

Chapter 799 Nutritional efficiency turned out to be code for “flavorless.” Dinner was served in the bedroom: steamed white fish, boiled broccoli, and brown rice. No sauce. No salt. Alistair stared at the tray on his lap. “Lucian. What is this?” “Recovery fuel,” Lucian said, eating his own portion with

Chapter 798 The transfer was a military operation. We used a decoy ambulance at the front while Felix drove a nondescript van to the loading dock. Alistair was pale, sweating from the exertion of being moved from the bed to the wheelchair. He sat slumped, his usual imposing posture gone,

Chapter 797 The recovery room was dimly lit. I sat by the bed, holding Alistair’s hand. It was warmer now, but his grip was nonexistent. Liam stood in the doorway, hesitating. “Come in,” I said quietly. Liam walked in. He looked at Alistair, then at me. “I didn’t know,” he

Chapter 796 “Lucian!” I shouted. “On it!” Lucian grabbed the knife from the evidence bag on the counter, unscrewing the hilt. A small vial fell out. He ran out of the room. I stood there for a moment, listening to Caleb’s ragged breathing. “If he dies,” I said, my voice

Chapter 795 “Liam!” Alistair shouted. Logic dictated self-preservation. Caleb was vulnerable. Alistair could end the fight right now, kill the assassin, and survive. But Liam was Skye’s past. He was part of the messy, complicated family they were stitching together. Alistair didn’t think. He abandoned his advantage and launched himself

Chapter 794 “Liam!” Alistair shouted. Logic dictated self-preservation. Caleb was vulnerable. Alistair could end the fight right now, kill the assassin, and survive. But Liam was Skye’s past. He was part of the messy, complicated family they were stitching together. Alistair didn’t think. He abandoned his advantage and launched himself

Chapter 793 The room smelled of rust and impending death. Alistair held his ground, rifle raised, aiming directly at Caleb’s center of mass. “Don’t move,” Alistair commanded. “Where is Ethan?” Caleb laughed, a dry, scratching sound. He flipped the karambits in his hands, the movements fluid and hypnotic. “Ethan is

Chapter 792 Alistair leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine for a fleeting second. “I’ll bring him back. I promise.” He pulled away, his face hardening into the mask of the War God the underworld feared. “Lucian, take Alpha Team. We move in five.” The rain in the Old Port

Chapter 791 “We burn them down,” I said, watching the digital map light up with the Syndicate’s secrets. Ideally, that was where the chapter ended, in triumph. But reality has a nasty habit of ignoring narrative arcs. Thirty minutes after we secured the data, the federal transport convoy arrived at

Chapter 790 Reflex. He looked down. In that split second, Alistair fired. Bang. The bullet struck Ethan’s gun hand. He screamed and dropped the weapon. Richard kicked the mercenary in the shin. The mercenary howled and let go. Liam charged, tackling Ethan into the console. Sparks rained down over them.

Chapter 789 The drive to the Satellite Station took four hours. We arrived as the sun rose, painting the desert in hues of purple and orange. The station was a sprawling mid-century modern ruin, abandoned since the Cold War. “He’s here,” Victoria said, pointing to tire tracks in the dust.