Chapter 74 The Gathering Storm

• The news reached Henry by dawn.
• He was seated at a long glass table in one of his safehouses, the room’s sterile walls illuminated by a pale glow from overhead lights. His men stood around him in tense silence, shifting under the weight of the storm building behind his sharp, cold eyes. The report had been delivered in short, clipped sentences: the docks burned, the shipment destroyed, dozens of his soldiers dead. Damien Volkov had struck first—and worse, had done so with the girl.
• The girl.