The aftermath of the storm was closer to a false peace than any sort of calm. James couldn’t shake the sense that what had been at a howling, monstrous c****x with their victory, while monumental, had merely opened the door to a much darker world beyond. Victor Novak was impossibly fresh in his mind, his words echoing in the back of his thoughts.
“You don’t have to trust me, and I don’t have to trust you. We only need to accomplish what we need to do.”
James had never been the type to follow anyone blindly, but there was something that Novak had implied that James simply couldn’t ignore. And if the Syndicate was only a piece a small piece of a much larger and more complex network of power, then maybe Novak would help unlock the next chapter of this perilous puzzle. But then the question
