Zane POV
The city blurs past as my hovercar speeds toward the Orion estate. Neon streaks of red and blue reflect in the windshield, but my vision is tunnel-locked, focused on one thing.
Blood.
Not mine.
Theirs.
I grip the gun in my lap, fingers tightening around the sleek, custom handle, my knuckles aching with the pressure.
The gun is warm.
It's been fired recently.
The scent of gunpowder still lingers in the enclosed space of the car.
I barely remember pulling the trigger earlier. The warehouse where they planned to ambush Leona, the bodies left behind, the look of sheer terror in the eyes of the last survivor before I let him crawl away with a warning—tell your master I'm coming.
The Orion estate looms ahead, a fortress among the stars.