The silence in the apartment wasn't peaceful.
It was the kind that came after something had already gone wrong.
Julius was gone. The photograph was gone. The bite mark Harrison had left on his neck was the only proof of what had just happened.
Harrison stood by the window. His eyes were brown again. Calm. But inside, something else was stirring.
For twenty-five years, he'd been patient. Hidden. Watching from the shadows. Letting Julius live a normal life without knowing the darkness that surrounded him.
But someone had just crossed a line.
Someone had given Julius that photograph. Someone wanted him to remember. Someone wanted to tear them apart.
Harrison's phone buzzed. He pulled it out.
A message from Daniel. [Subject secured. Underground. Awaiting your arrival.]
Harrison slipped the phone back into his pocket. Turned from the window.
The game had changed.
