Chapter 80

Camille’s phone buzzed on her nightstand, pulling her from a dreamless sleep. The screen glowed with Alexander’s name. Not a text message, but an actual call at, she squinted, 5:36 AM.

“Hello?” Her voice was rough with sleep.

“Look out your window.” Alexander’s voice held an energy that made her sit up straight.

“It’s not even dawn,” she protested, but was already moving to the floor-to-ceiling glass that showcased the Manhattan skyline.

“East. Toward the water.”

Camille pressed her forehead against the cool glass, eyes searching the horizon where night was reluctantly giving way to morning. “What am I looking for?”

“Wait for it.”

As if on cue, the first ray of sunlight broke across the water, igniting the glass towers of the financial district in gold and fire. But it wasn’t just the buildings that caught the light. An enormous structure floated in the harbor, a ship unlike any Camille had seen before. Its vast deck gleamed with what appear