The wool jacket Julian wore still felt heavy with the remnants of rainwater, but his eyes remained sharp as he watched the slick streets while his Rolls-Royce sped away from the pier area. Inside the quiet cabin, the sharp scent of the Sovereign’s Seal, which had just absorbed the energy of the obsidian artifact at the construction site, still lingered amidst the smell of the car's leather upholstery. His wrist pulsed softly, as if the watch were digesting the new power he had snatched from the Black Phoenix's hands.
"We aren't going back to The Zenith, sir?" the driver's voice broke the silence.
"To Thorne Plaza. Now," Julian answered curtly.
He reached for his phone, ignoring the dozen missed calls from a number he knew belonged to Vivian Thorne's assistant. Julian stared at his refle
