The hotel room wasn't anything special: beige walls, generic art, and a queen-sized bed with crisp white sheets that had been turned down by housekeeping. But for Eliza, it might as well have been the edge of the universe. Her heart hammered against her ribs as Daniel closed the door behind them, the soft click of the lock engaging like a starting pistol. Three months. Three months of wanting him, watching him across conf...

The gunshot reverberated against the hotel walls like a thunderclap. Marcus's scream followed as he crumpled to the floor, clutching his shattered kneecap. Blood seeped between his fingers, staining the beige carpet. Eliza stood naked at the edge of the bed, a small silver pistol still smoking in her hand. "You bitch," Marcus spat through clenched teeth, his face contorted with pain and rage. "You'll never get away with t...

The extraction point was an abandoned airfield sixty miles north of the cabin. Dawn painted the landscape in watercolour hues as Rachel navigated the winding country roads, her eyes constantly checking the rearview mirror. "How long have you known about Harrison?" Daniel asked, breaking the silence. He was reviewing the files on Rachel's secure tablet, piecing together the conspiracy that had nearly cost him his life. "We...