The sharp scent of gunpowder clung to Lucas’s clothes as he stormed into his office, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the glass.
The click of the lock echoed in the room, a sharp punctuation to the chaos outside. Silence fell, heavy and suffocating. Lucas stood still, his chest heaving, his fingers curling around the edge of the mahogany desk. His knuckles turned white as he stared out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sprawling cityscape beyond shimmered with lights, a mockery of the darkness brewing inside him. It was a city he had built, brick by blood-soaked brick, but tonight it felt more like a cage.
Five years.
It had been five agonizing years since Desi had vanished, slipping through his fingers like water. Not a word. Not a trace. Just an empty void where
