Parker stood in the opulent ballroom, his senses reaching out across dimensions like invisible tentacles searching for any trace of his daughter. Nothing.
Absolute fucking nothing.
She'd built a domain. The bitch had constructed some kind of interdimensional barrier that his senses couldn't penetrate, turning his omnipotent awareness into useless background noise.
The realization hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. He'd fallen right into her trap—walked straight into a game where she controlled the board, the pieces, and apparently the rules themselves. Every move he'd made had been anticipated, every response calculated and countered before he'd even thought to make it.
But then again, who knew what lengths she would have gone through to get his attention if he hadn't shown up? Destroying cities? Unmaking realities? Using Nyxavere was beyond what he'd expected, but maybe it wasn't beyond what she was capable of.
