As soon as Ethan’s jet landed in London, his phone buzzed. A single name on the encrypted screen.
Jace Navarro
Ethan answered. “Talk.”
“We have a problem,” Jace said, his voice tight. “Damien Voss is back.”
Silence.
Ethan breathed out slow. Damien. Just the name made him go back — back to blood and fire.
“He’s not just back,” Jace said. “He’s the new head of the Crimson Fangs.”
Ethan clenched his jaw. The Crimson Fangs — a brutal international syndicate that dealt in arms, assassinations, and supernatural relics. Damien hadn’t just returned; he had risen.
And worse?
“He’s coming for you,” Jace said.
Ethan’s grip on the phone tightened. Let him try.
Two nights later, Ethan walked into an exclusive underground auction in London. The air inside the grand, dimly lit room was thick w
