Chapter 59 Ivy, The Beast's Hand

• IVY
• The Los Angeles sky had that dirty color of broken promises. Gray mixed with artificial light, as if the sun no longer wanted to rise. I walked through the shadows of dawn, my boots echoing on the concrete. No one looked at me, though everyone knew I wasn’t part of the scenery. That was the advantage of dressing like a threat: no one stops you, but everyone feels you.
• The building was exactly where I had left it: silent, with mirrored glass hiding more than offices. A clandestine lab disguised as a biotech company, one of Ethan Castelli’s many whims. I didn’t care what it hid. I only knew I had to burn it down. Not for ethics. Not for revenge. Just by order. And for pleasure.