Chapter 138

• Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight
• The sleek leather and polished mahogany of the Grand Aethelgard Hotel’s private lounge felt less like a sanctuary and more like a claustrophobic cage.
• On the ultra-high-definition monitor mounted against the wall, the live stream from the hidden pinhole camera suddenly went violently shaky before cutting to static. Darwin stood frozen in front of the screen. His fingers, usually steady enough to sign multi-million-dollar continental acquisition contracts, were trembling with an unadulterated, primal fury.