Two years slipped by.
I stood in the top-floor office of Blackwell Tower and looked out the window.
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass, casting long shadows across the floor.
A financial magazine lay on my desk. My photo was on the cover.
The headline read, "Queen of the Underworld: Serena Blackwell, Asteria's Youngest Female Power Broker".
I picked up the magazine and flipped through it.
The photo was good.
I wore a black suit, my hair cropped short and my gaze cold.
I did look like a queen.
There was a knock at the door. My assistant came in.
"Miss Blackwell, there's news from the Delorme family."
"Go on."
"Adrian Delorme was badly injured in an explosion. Half his face was disfigured. The three-story mansion was also burned down. They say he set the fire hims
