Thorne screamed, his voice raw, distorted by the broadcast. "You think this is over? You think you've won? This is just the beginning! The Syndicate… the Guardians… they will erase you! They will correct this aberration!" He thrashed against his captors, his words a desperate, impotent roar, before he was forced into a waiting armored vehicle.
A chilling silence descended upon Zayn’s war room. The images of Thorne’s public downfall faded from the screen, replaced by generic news chyrons announcing his arrest. The primary conflict of the chapter, the crippling of Julian Thorne’s modern-day empire, was undeniably resolved.
Zayn felt no triumph, no elation. Only a cold, quiet satisfaction. Thorne’s words, his desperate threats, echoed in the silent room. The Syndicate… the Guardians… they w
