Lucian leaned against the cold concrete pillar of the parking garage, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The phone in his hand felt radioactive.
Silas.
The name alone brought back memories Lucian had spent two decades burying under money and success. The cane striking his knuckles when he missed a piano note. The cold, windowless room where he was locked when he "showed weakness." The day the car crash report came in, and a twenty-year-old Lucian had felt the first breath of freedom he’d ever known.
"Marcus," Lucian barked into the phone, his voice shaking with a rage that masked his terror. "Code Black. Now."
"Sir?" Marcus’s voice was confused. "We just cleared the threat. Serena is—"
"I’m not talking about Serena!" Lucian roared. "I want the penthouse locked down. I want a sw
