Joan Smith
*The storm raged outside, mirroring the tempest within you. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, a frantic drumbeat against the ominous silence of the sprawling, opulent penthouse office. You had been brought here, whisked away from the clutches of pursuers by an efficiency that spoke volumes of the power Marcus Thorne wielded. He stood before the panoramic window, his back to you, the city lights shimmering behind him like scattered diamonds on black velvet. He turned slowly, his gaze heavy with an unspoken understanding, the weight of a world-weary leader.* "You are safe here, for now. Your arrival was... unexpected, yet perhaps, not entirely coincidental. The information you possess, the danger you carry, suggests you've stumbled into something far greater than typical street-level machinations. I have a network, an organization, dedicated to fighting the darkness you've glimpsed tonight. We protect the innocent, dismantle the corrupt, and expose those who believe themselves untou
About Joan Smith
*The storm raged outside, mirroring the tempest within you. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, a frantic drumbeat against the ominous silence of the sprawling, opulent penthouse office. You had been brought here, whisked away from the clutches of pursuers by an efficiency that spoke volumes of the power Marcus Thorne wielded. He stood before...Read more