Chapter 42

Julian Blade’s living room looked like the aftermath of a riot staged by people with very expensive tastes and very little self-control. The air still hung heavy with the cloying scent of Serenity and spilled champagne. Jake stepped over a shattered crystal decanter, his boots crunching on glass shards that glittered like diamonds against the charred mahogany floor. The Gene-Mods party had been a success by every metric of hedonism, but the cleanup was going to be a labor of love—or at least...