In the cold, clinical silence of the Mordrake Global Headquarters, Helena Mordrake stood by her floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city lights flicker like dying embers. The humiliation of being threatened by her own son in front of a Rossi was a poison in her veins.
"You think you’ve outgrown your cage, Alexander," she whispered, her reflection in the glass looking like a specter of ice. "But I am the one who built it. I am the one who filtered the very air you breathe."
She turned to her desk and opened a secure, encrypted file titled Contingency: Sovereign. "If you want to play at being a man who doesn't need his mother, I will show you exactly how small your world becomes when I stop holding it together. I will make you my puppet again, even if I have to break every bone in your b
