Chapter 88 A City On Fire

• The city didn’t sleep that night. It screamed.
• Sirens howled through the streets, echoing against towers of glass and steel. Smoke curled into the sky where two skyscrapers still burned, and the orange glow on the horizon painted the clouds like a bruise. Jaxon stood at the window of the abandoned safehouse, watching flames devour everything his father had once controlled.
• Behind him, Raven’s voice cut like a blade. “How many?”