Chapter 21 The Calm

• The rain slid down the penthouse windows in slow, thoughtful streaks, as if even the sky were holding its breath.
• Milady's heels echoed softly across the marble as she walked the hallway toward the guest wing. It was nearly dawn, but sleep had refused to come. Her hands still trembled faintly from what she'd done—what she'd set in motion. The flash drive had been handed off to one of Konstantine's trusted reporters hours ago. Not for an immediate leak. No, this storm would be calculated, devastating, and timed to destroy everything Celeste Harrow had built.
• But that wasn't what weighed on her now.