It had been weeks since Sylvia had last seen Evans, but the memory of their last meeting stayed strong in her mind. He was a man of steel, with walls so thick that even her gift couldn’t penetrate them.
As she entered his office, the familiar sight of dark wood and floor-to-ceiling windows greeted her. Evans sat at his desk, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp. He didn’t look up immediately, his focus fixed on a file in front of him.
“You’re late,” he said, his voice as calm and commanding as ever.
Sylvia rolled her eyes, dropping her bag onto a nearby chair. “Good evening to you too, Evans.”
He finally glanced up, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “Report.”
Sylvia crossed the room, taking a seat across from him. “The De Lucas are planning to use their ne
