CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The air in the panic room thickened with the metallic tang of fear and antiseptic.
Elena’s pulse thundered in her ears as the countdown on the silver tablet glowed mercilessly: 00:09:59… 00:09:58…
Victoria stood serene in her white silk, the syringe pressed lightly against their father’s neck like a lover’s caress.
The clone…Lila’s perfect mirror with dead, obedient eyes…remained motionless in the open chamber, waiting for its command.
Jax’s gun was steady, but his jaw was locked; one wrong twitch and the ledger would unleash hell.
Lila burst fully into the room, EMP device clutched in her bleeding palm, chest heaving from the sprint up the service stairs. “Don’t you dare,” she snarled at Victoria.
“You already took everything else…you don’t get to choose who
