Lucius’s patience was already razor-thin. The estate, his fortress, had been infiltrated. Catherine had been taken from right under his nose, and every second wasted was another second too long.
But for the first time in years, he was forced to acknowledge something he hated—he had no immediate control over the situation.
That would change.
He would make sure of it.
***
Lucius stood in the middle of the darkened security room, staring at the surveillance footage. The static-ridden screen replayed the last moment before the estate plunged into darkness—the moment Catherine’s scream cut through the night.
His grip on the table tightened.
Ryan and Ethan worked in silence beside him, trying to extract any missing data, but Lucius already knew it was a waste of time. Whoever had done thi
