The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

of the man she had murdered to protect her empire.

And as the chaotic roar of the crowd finally broke loose around us, Chief Brody reached toward his belt, but he wasn’t reaching for his handcuffs to arrest me.

He was reaching for his radio.

Chapter 3

The harsh, mechanical crackle of Chief Brody’s shoulder radio cut through the stagnant air of the ballroom.continue reading …