Standing on the rooftop and peering down the dazzling metropolis below, Daniel's skin bit from the frigid night air. The towers' lights seemed to mock him, mirroring the force he used with simplicity earlier. Everything was sliding through his hands now. Marcus Lupo was tightening the rope around his neck as his hold on control—on Emily—was weakening.
Again, the phone in his palm vibrated. His jaw tightened as he studied the screen's message.
Time is running out for Sterling. You know what I want. See me right at the docks.
Though he controlled it knowing that acting on emotion may cost him everything, Daniel felt a flash of wrath boiling in his chest. This had little to do with his empire or reputation now. It concerns Emily. Marcus was holding her; every second she stayed in the arm
