The Flame

Nyx Cirillo chose restraint. Her daughter wasn't built for it. Alecto watched her mother dismantle the men who destroyed their family—one by one, until she stopped. The consortium still breathes. The architects still walk free. So Alecto picks up the blade. She has a name: Dr. Jory Kincaid. Environmental crusader. Public darling. The quiet gatekeeper who's been strangling Blackroot's future from behind a philanthropist's smile. Her sister Meg has the data. Alecto has the fire. What she doesn't have is patience. Silas Bowman is the shadow her cousin Gideon sends to keep her breathing. He's cold where she burns, certain where she presses. He's the first person outside of family who's ever stood directly in front of her rage and refused to flinch. He isn't there to stop her. He's there to make sure she survives long enough to finish it. What neither of them expected was each other. Because the network runs deeper than one name. Deeper than one mountain range. And somewhere above the men they've already mapped, something larger has started to move. The Flame is about legacy, fury, and the cost of carrying a war someone else was brave enough to start.