The sun hadn’t even touched the horizon when Dominic Reign stood alone in the war room, the blue light of encrypted monitors casting sharp shadows across his jaw. His best friend Dante, lingered by the wall, arms crossed, a grim look in his eyes.
“This is your call, Dom,” Dante said quietly. “But if we go after Mara Cruz now, it might spark something we can’t control.”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “Then we control it.”
He swiped across the screen. The surveillance from the hospital was clear now scrubbed clean of the distractions and static. Mara had been there. Five minutes before Serena entered, wearing a medical disguise and carrying a locked briefcase. Then, after the explosion, she was gone. Vanished.
“She's been three steps ahead,” Dominic muttered. “But not this time.”
Dante handed
