Chapter 3

The bullet shot toward me, but another one from the southwest was even faster; both rounds collided midair, bursting apart in a shower of sparks.

The Grant Security Team's elite guards swooped in with their helicopters, boxing Edward in from all sides.

The downdraft whipped at his face, forcing his eyes shut.

David Grant, Edward's uncle, stood with his hands clasped behind him, barking out orders. "Edward, you've really got guts."

David's presence radiated a heavy, commanding authority. Edward's face went ashen as he tried to talk his way out of it.

"Uncle, you've all been fooled by that bitch…