"The void never stops coming? That's oddly poetic for a man who spent five years plotting revenge over a bad breakup," Hannah remarked as they emerged from the subway tunnel into the chilled New York dawn.
Atlas shot her a withering look. "It wasn't just a 'bad breakup.' They broke every bone in my body and left me for dead."
"Details." Hannah waved dismissively. "My point is, this whole China plan sounds like substituting one obsession for another."
Three days had passed since the confrontation beneath Times Square. They'd taken refuge in one of Marius's safe houses in Brooklyn—a surprisingly ordinary brownstone with extraordinary security features.
Sarah looked up from her laptop, golden energy barely visible beneath her skin as she practiced suppressing her signature. "The masking t
