In Galathia Pack, Julian Chase sat in a dimly lit room, plugging the USB drive Anderson had sent into his laptop. A cascade of video files filled the screen. With each clip, his face grew paler, his hands trembling on his lap. When the last video ended, he looked drained, his skin ashen. He dialed a number, his voice cold as ice. "The fifty billion sent to Adrian—time to claw it back."
"Yes, Julian, I'm on it," came the reply.
"Bring Lydia to me. Tell her I've got my memory back and want to see her."
His face sank into shadow, a twisted smile curling his lips, wild and dangerous.
An hour later, Lydia burst through the door, her face alight with joy. "Julian, you're awake! Thank the stars!"
A flicker of darkness passed through his eyes, but his smile was soft, warm. "Baby, you're here.
