Marked for Death

Sloane sat in her study, bathed in the glow of crystal lamps. Her face was cold, her sharp eyes fixed on the phone screen that had just received an incoming call. Jace’s code appeared there. She immediately picked it up.

“How is it?” Sloane’s voice sounded calm, but beneath the tone, tension was evident.

On the other end, Jace drew a long breath before replying. “I failed.”

Sloane shot to her feet