Chapter 81 A Game Of Ghost

• Chapter : A Game of Ghosts
• The sun barely rose that morning, hidden behind a veil of bruised clouds. The Hunter penthouse, normally glowing with luxury and life, now sat in a suffocating stillness. I stood at the window, staring down at the city that didn’t know it was on the edge of a war. My father’s death wasn’t an accident. Wallace was dead. And the man who pulled the trigger—the one who orchestrated it all—was still out there.
• The Kingmaker.