The world blurred into a smear of grey and neon as Lucian’s Maybach tore through the streets of Manhattan. Beside him, Elara was a statue of terror, her knuckles white as she gripped the door handle.
"I can't get through to the nanny," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Lucian, if he touches them... if he so much as scares them..."
"He won't," Lucian vowed, his voice a low, vibrating growl. He was typing furiously on his phone, bypassing the penthouse’s local security to hardwire into the internal speakers. "Leo! Leo, can you hear me?"
Static hissed through the car’s speakers, followed by a small, calm voice. "I hear you, Shark Man."
"Leo, listen to me very carefully," Lucian said, his heart hammering so hard it felt like it would c***k his ribs. "Is there someone in the house?"
"Yes
