CHAPTER TWELVE

Mace Sinclair navigated the streets of Veridian Heights in the dead of night. The city was a quiet, slumbering giant with its towering skyscrapers now reduced to mere silhouettes against the dark canvas of the sky. The city's usual cacophony was replaced by an eerie, almost haunting silence. Only the soft hum of his car's engine disrupted the stillness.

His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension that mirrored the unresolved turmoil within him. The sleek, black car glided through the empty streets with the grace of a shadow. Mace's jaw remained clenched, his emotions buried deep within his chiseled features.

Nysaa, seated in the passenger's seat, was a stark contrast to the tension that gripped the driver. Her fiery sapphire eyes had finally given in to exhaustion, and her cherry-red lips were parted ever so slightly as she slumbered. Her short, dark brown hair framed her face in wild, untamed waves, giving her a carefree appearance, even in her sleep.

Mace, while focusing on