The boardroom was empty, the scent of Thorne’s expensive, cloying cologne lingering like a bad memory. The heavy oak doors had clicked shut behind the last of the executives, leaving a ringing silence that felt more dangerous than the shouting match that had preceded it.
Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to Elena. He had discarded his suit jacket, and his white shirt was pulled taut across his shoulders. He was staring down at the city, but he wasn't looking at the skyline. He was waiting.
His phone buzzed on the mahogany table. He didn't pick it up. "Report."
Elena checked her tablet, her fingers still trembling slightly from the rush of ordering Protocol Zero. "Jax confirmed the docks are clear. The Vipers retreated, but they left three of their bikes behind. No Vu
