Chapter 93

Lucian

I tried not to show it, but disappointment clung to me like a second skin.

I’d hoped we’d find a name, a face-someone-to hold accountable. But instead, all we’d done was remove Martha from the equation. The real threat was still out there, invisible and deadly.

Chase.

The ghost.

Someone with a vendetta serious enough to wipe out an entire bloodline. My bloodline.

I sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at nothing. My mind chased possibilities it couldn’t catch.