Chapter Forty-Six
Malachi's POV
I woke up reaching for her.
My hand stretched across the bed before I was even fully conscious. Searching for warmth. For the softness of her skin. For any evidence that last night hadn't been a dream.
But the sheets beside me were cold. Empty. Untouched.
Of course they were. She wasn't here. Would probably never be here again.
The realization hit like a punch to the gut. Again. Like it did every morning since Dark City. Since I'd lost her.
I stared at the ceiling. At the same spot I'd stared at for hours last night. Whispering her name into the darkness like a prayer that went unanswered.
My phone rang. Shattered the quiet.
Maurice.
I grabbed it. "What?"
"Sir, we have a situation." His voice was tense. Urgent. "It's about Zhao Wei."
I sat up. Instantly alert. "What did he do?"
"He's making moves. Big ones. My sources say he's planning to take over your operations in Dark City. All of them."
