The first scream sliced through the night like a blade.
As he stepped out of his car, the penthouse above him, Damien's phone buzzed.
The instant he looked at the caller ID, his stomach turned to stone.
Jax.
Even before he answered, his instincts screamed.
"What happened?" Damien's voice was low, and dangerous.
Jax's tone was clipped. "It's Mara."
The world slowed.
Mara Kingston. The closest thing to family Damien had ever known. She had been the assistant to his father, loyal, incisive, and the only person in his life who had ever given a rat's a*s about him when the world crashed to pieces.
After his father died, she stayed on, overseeing the humanitarian divisions of Cross Enterprises.
She had never participated in the war. She had never played the game.
And now…
Damien cl
