As daylight broke on this insolvable realm, Avery braced herself for what lay ahead. She would start looking for her mother right away. But a fresh charge flared within her.
Uncover the truth about the mastermind, whatever the cost.
Meanwhile, at Blackthorn University, anarchy prevailed.
Lucas Sterling walked the length of his private study, his impeccable appearance disheveled. Dark lines under his eyes revealed insomniac nights looking for any sign of Avery. The chamber, once a haven of order and control, now resembled a battle room. Charts, records, and cryptic symbols adorned every face.
A tap on the door diverted his attention."Enter," he said, his voice rough from lack of sleep.
Damien walked in, looking like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, despite the circumstances. His characteristic boo, however, was noticeably absent.
