Chapter 93

Elara's POV

The WolfComm nearly slipped from my hand when I heard his voice. My gaze lifted instinctively across the street, and there he was.

Zarek Vane.

He looked like he'd just stepped out of the tall corporate tower, silver Maybach idling at his side, the kind of man who never blended with his surroundings but bent them to his presence. The timing was too precise, too uncanny.

"What is it, Ela