Part 46

The heavy iron gates of the sanctuary closed behind me, the sound echoing through the cold mountain air like the closing of a tomb.

I was completely unchained now.

Without the constant fear for Elena's immediate safety, the survival instincts that had kept me alive in my youth took over entirely, replacing my fear with a cold, calculated rage.

I drove the armored transport back toward Washington D.C., the city lights glowing on the horizon like a crown of artificial stars.

According to the files on the flash drive, the Architect’s right-hand man—a ruthless fixer named Julian Vance—was hosting a private, high-society charity gala at the Vanguard corporate headquarters downtown.

It was a public display of normalcy, a tactical move to show the world that despite Victor Sterling's arrest, the organization was still untouchable.

I parked the transport in a dark alleyway three blocks away from the towering glass skyscraper, changing into a sleek, black evening gown I had acquired from a high-end boutique along the transit route.

Beneath the heavy fabric of the silk dress, a ceramic blade was strapped to my thigh, and a compact, suppressed pistol was concealed within the folds of my evening clutch.

I walked through the front doors of the skyscraper, blending seamlessly with the crowd of politicians, CEOs, and socialites who were sipping champagne under the crystal chandeliers.

They had no idea that a ghost was walking among them.

I bypassed the security checkpoints using a cloned biometric security badge I had generated from the flash drive, slipping into the private elevator that led straight to the executive levels.

The elevator moved silently upward, the numbers on the digital display ticking away as my heart rate remained perfectly steady.

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When the doors opened on the fiftieth floor, the loud chatter of the gala vanished, replaced by the quiet, clinical hum of the executive boardroom.

Standing by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city below with a glass of scotch in his hand, was Julian Vance.