Echoes of Kieran

Sloane ended her sentence with an icy finality. The family locket—still warm from Harrison's pulse moments before—arced through the air and landed in his open palm with a muted metallic click. She pivoted without waiting, fingers tightening around Silas's wrist, and strode toward the door.

Black-suited guards lunged, boots rasping against carpet. Harrison lifted one hand, implacable. “Let them go.