Chapter 74 The Final Move

• Clara stepped into the abandoned warehouse, the scent of damp concrete filling her nostrils. A single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows over the crates stacked in the corners. Her heels clicked against the floor, the sound swallowed by the vast emptiness of the space.
• Alexander sat in a leather chair at the far end of the room, legs crossed, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He looked up, a slow smile curling his lips.
• "Oh, Clara." His voice was like a sword wrapped in silk. "I was starting to doubt that you would attend."