Chapter 11 The Watchers

Elena stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, arms folded as she stared out at the dim skyline. The city was still asleep, the streets below shrouded in a quiet hush, broken only by the occasional horn or flicker of headlights.

Snowflakes fell in slow spirals, blanketing the chaos of yesterday in a sheet of white silence.

But Elena