The impact was a metal-on-metal scream that vibrated through the frame of the heavy War-Wagon and directly into Elena’s bones. The reinforced steel bumper of the armored SUV smashed into the chained gates of the Vane Tower loading bay, sending a blinding shower of yellow sparks into the rainy dark. The gates gave way with a violent groan, tearing off their concrete anchors, and the vehicle surged forward into the blinding, freezing downpour of the Blackwood night.
Julian didn't look back. His large hands were clamped onto the leather-wrapped steering wheel, his knuckles white, his jaw set in a hard, predatory line. The dashboard lights cast a cool blue glow over his face, illuminating the stark intensity of his sapphire eyes. Beside him, Elena clutched her glowing tablet with one hand and
