The The Blackwood Thrillers Series

At 11:47 PM the security cameras at the Metropolitan Museum of Art stopped recording — all forty-three floors of them, in perfect synchronization. Evangeline Cross is already inside, pressed against a marble column in th…

The blood on her hands wasn't hers — the only comforting thought Elara can hold onto, kneeling in an abandoned warehouse with her breathing shallow and controlled. Twenty-three years of surviving places where panic is a …

The blade had been at her throat for three seconds before she decided not to flinch. Sera measures everything with the same cold precision — the length of a breath, the depth of a wound, the exact angle to slide between …