The silence in the penthouse was heavier than the noise had been. The shards of the obsidian cube lay on the floor like dead stars.
"We have ten minutes," Lucian said, his voice stripping the room of panic and replacing it with military precision. "Elara, pack warm clothes. No electronics. No tablets, no smartwatches, no digital toys. If it has a battery, it stays here."
"Where are we going?" Elara asked, already moving to grab a duffel bag. She didn't argue. She had heard the voice in the walls.
"Somewhere he can't hack," Lucian replied. He walked over to the wall safe behind a painting. He didn't punch in a code; he used a physical key. Inside was a stack of cash and a revolver. He took both.
Leo was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees. "I can't bring my tablet?" he whispered, lo
