LOGINA long stretch of static crackled through the receiver, stretching on so long that the call was about to disconnect itself—when finally, someone picked up. Avery's fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles pale against the dark casing."Hello…"A hoarse, aged voice came through, heavy with the rasping sound of a bellows-like struggle for breath. Each exhale seemed to cost him more effort than the last, as if the simple act of speaking was draining what little strength he had left."Professor,"Avery leaned against her desk, cutting straight to the point. "I found her. Your ex-wife. My birth mother."A dead silence fell on the other end of the line. Then came a fit of coughing so violent it sounded like his lungs were tearing apart."You… how is that possible!" Wenger's voice shot up sharply. "Avery, have you lost your mind? Where did you hear such nonsense? Aren't you—""How did I find out this secret? Don't rush, Professor. I know far more than you think."Avery cut him off, h
A long stretch of static crackled through the receiver, stretching on so long that the call was about to disconnect itself—when finally, someone picked up. Avery's fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles pale against the dark casing."Hello…"A hoarse, aged voice came through, heavy with the rasping sound of a bellows-like struggle for breath. Each exhale seemed to cost him more effort than the last, as if the simple act of speaking was draining what little strength he had left."Professor,"Avery leaned against her desk, cutting straight to the point. "I found her. Your ex-wife. My birth mother."A dead silence fell on the other end of the line. Then came a fit of coughing so violent it sounded like his lungs were tearing apart."You… how is that possible!" Wenger's voice shot up sharply. "Avery, have you lost your mind? Where did you hear such nonsense? Aren't you—""How did I find out this secret? Don't rush, Professor. I know far more than you think."Avery cut him off, h
At noon, Avery adjusted the blinds in her consultation room to a precise, subtle angle—enough to let in light, but not enough to make the space feel exposed. The slanted rays fell across the desk in neat, geometric lines, casting the rest of the room in a soft, muted shadow that made the space feel both intimate and contained.Professor Andrew arrived on time. But the moment he sank into the sofa, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and the rigid tension in his shoulders betrayed the anxiety the renowned scholar couldn't hide. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, the knuckles pale, and his eyes darted around the room as if searching for an exit he knew wasn't there.Avery didn't rush to speak. She moved with deliberate slowness, measuring every gesture. She brewed a cup of calming herbal tea and set it before him, the ceramic warm against her fingertips. Then she turned the room's diffuser down two notches, letting the subtle fragrance settle into something softer, less intr
In that instant, Avery's rationality was simultaneously overwhelmed by fear and clarity.She couldn't let him see her. She couldn't let him find her here. Dorothea had just enrolled at St. George's Academy. Mother and daughter had finally managed to carve out a fragile peace in Sunset City. She had just settled her mother and brother into their treatments. The truth about the fire was slowly unraveling, thread by thread, and she was finally beginning to see the shape of what had happened all those years ago.If he discovered her here in Sunset City, she would be dragged back. The bottomless vortex of Obsidian City would swallow them whole once again. Everything she had fought for—every sleepless night, every calculated risk, every step of this desperate escape—would be for nothing.Her heartbeat thundered in her ears like war drums, each pulse a deafening roar that drowned out the storm around her. Avery moved on pure instinct, retreating backward until her back pressed flat against t
The Sunset City Opera House blazed with light. A biotechnology research charity gala, backed by top-tier capital, was underway.Avery had changed into a sleek black evening gown, her arm linked with Evan's as they entered the venue. The dress was cut with clean, sharp lines, elegant without being ostentatious.She had never wanted to socialize after leaving Obsidian City. She had only wanted a quiet, low-profile life, to fade into the background and disappear from the world that had tried to consume her.But tonight, the renowned scholar Professor Andrew—whose reputation spanned the entire Federation—was attending as a special guest. She had no choice but to be here.Avery kept a composed smile on her face, her eyes scanning the room with practiced subtlety. Her gaze swept across the glittering chandeliers, the clusters of wealthy patrons, the waiters gliding through the crowd with silver trays.Her professional instincts were razor-sharp. Several "businessmen" in custom suits, exudin
Early morning. At a private winery on the outskirts of Sunset City.The light was completely blocked by heavy velvet curtains. The room was thick with the mingled scent of medicinal herbs and cold leather—the smell of a man fighting a losing battle with his own body. The air was stale, heavy, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood and the sharp bitterness of the drugs that had become his only companions.Sweat beaded on Dominic's temples, sliding down the hollows of his cheeks. The nerve blocker was wearing off, and the knife-like pain in his skull was surging back with a vengeance, each pulse of agony sharper than the last. His fingers had gouged deep cracks into the leather armrest, the sound of tearing fabric barely audible over his labored breathing. The broken pen lay on his knee, a talisman he refused to let go of."Boss, Obsidian City swept three divisions last night. The remaining insurgents think you're injured and out of the city. They're planning to retreat to the west d
When Avery returned from the headquarters, the staff members in the corridors immediately lowered their heads. They dispersed the moment they saw her. The news had clearly spread. Their public fallout at the tower was no longer a secret.Every glance directed her way was heavy. They looked at her a
Avery looked at him and didn't answer right away.Her mind was already working.Meant for her? With explosives?She wasn't a security expert, but she wasn't stupid. The villa's windows were bulletproof. The hallway had motion sensor lights. Every corner had cameras. If someone just wanted to kill h
Morning light poured through the floor to ceiling windows and spread across the cold grey marble floor. Pale. Like an operating room light.Avery sat up, her body aching. Her eyes swept the room.No photos. No plants. No decoration at all. Grey white walls, metal trim. So empty it made her chest ti
Before her appointment, Avery received an anonymous card.No signature. Just one line:"Experiment 047 is waiting for you. Don't disappoint him."She turned the card over and back again. No clues.047?A number for what?She didn't know what it meant, but the feeling of being calculated in advance ma







