Inside the Redwyne mansion, music played and legs danced. Male and female members of elite families laughed and clicked glasses with one another. Business went on over the tables, the powerful men of London concluding great deals over bottles of wine. Yet a shadow lurked among them, watching closely with a determined gaze, ready to execute chaos.Lord Redwyne sat on the highest table. With him were the most powerful men in the world. The prime minister of the nation sat with him, and so did President Stevenson of Twillightoria. They were the special guests of honor.Prince Achilles observed the trio from a notable distance, sitted strategically within the ball room. Lord Redwyne was probably the wealthiest man in the country, and politicians were servants of wealth. If Stevenson is here all the way from his country, then that meant that the Lord Redwyne must know something about the terrorist attack on the planes or about what the military did, almost killing everyone on board includi

Adrian Blood appeared in the Great hall, stealing the gazes of every lady in the building. His golden suit reflected pure class, a beauty of which none of these multimillionaires and billionaires had experienced before. Adrian Blood had chosen it specifically for this event. Afterall, his identity as the son of Sebastian Waters appeared not to be a secret to the upper class people in this city. They knew whom he was and they were trying to use that against him. He needed to send a message to them: that he couldn't be used!"Who is that fine young man?" The ladies whispered among themselves. "I have not seen him before, is he a special guest?"Ricardo Rodriguez could not fail to notice that the attention in which he thrived had been suddenly divided. What was going on? He turned anxiously only to find the familiar yet strange figure of Adrian Blood, walking into the scene like he owned the place. His blood boiled at the very first moment their eyes met, realizing this was not a bad dre

Adrian Blood stood like a statue as the chaos erupted all around him, calm and collected. He saw beyond the theatrics and the drama. Someone was planning to assassinate the prime minister and they were not just done yet with their plans.As the guards escorted the prime minister to safety, he gave his commands, pointing in the direction of a fallen Ricardo Rodriguez. "Protect the young man. Get him to an hospital and make sure he is saved!"As a new set of security guards rushed towards Ricardo Rodriguez, shielding him from the ongoing chaos, Adrian Blood progressed slowly towards the centre of the chaos."Mr Waters," a old voice called from afar. The chairman was the first to be led to safety. He had tried to take Adrian Blood with him, but Adrian would rather stay in the middle of it all. Now, he called from the shadows, his old voice filled with concern. "Get down, Mr Waters. We cannot lose you!"Adrian Blood ignored the voice. He knew something was not right with this attack. So m

The Rolls Royce shot out of the Redwyne estate like it had forgotten it was ever built for comfort. Adrian Blood gripped the wheel, determined to facilitate this rescue mission. The wheel turned itself, the pedals worked themselves, and all he had to do was watch the red arrow on his floating map screen, chasing it down the dark arteries of London. But he wasn't satisfied with that, he needed to push the gas himself. "Virus, how far ahead are they?""Ninety seconds and closing. I have adjusted your suspension, your engine output, and your traction systems beyond anything this manufacturer intended. If a normal man attempted this speed, his organs would rearrange themselves inside his body. That is why I have activated protective protocols to shield you from the impact of this pace.""Well, good thing I'm not a normal man then."The city blurred past the windows, streetlights smearing into gold ribbons. Adrian Blood leaned forward as the Rolls Royce screamed around a corner on two whe

Melissa Rodriguez sat before her mirror, a brush moving slowly through her hair as the candlelight softened the lines that time had started carving into her face. She had commanded her maids to leave her, wanting a moment alone with her own reflection, a small ritual she indulged in every night before sleep claimed her.Without so much as a creak, the door opened, and closed, and a shadow folded itself into the room without a single sound."I said I wanted to be alone," she called out, irritation sharpening her voice, assuming one of the younger maids had disobeyed her. But then again, there was no one in that entire mansion who could dare to ignore her orders. No one was granted such impunity.There was no response. Only the faint shift of air, the sense of another presence settling somewhere behind her. She turned her head to scold whoever it was, and that was when she saw it. A face in the mirror, standing just behind her own reflection, a face carved from memory and old grief that