CHAPTERS

The air in Logan Drake’s office was thick with the scent of stale coffee and something heavier— doubt . His desk, once a battlefield of...

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds of Logan Drake’s cluttered office, painting the chaos in streaks of gold. Papers...

The muffled thud of fists on leather cut through the clang of weights and grunts of exertion. Sweat and chalk thickened the air—a scent...

The first rays of morning light sliced through the slatted blinds of Logan Drake’s cramped office, casting uneven stripes across the...

The morning sun filtered through the slatted blinds of the roadside diner, casting fractured beams of light across the cracked vinyl...