A PRICE FOR MIDNIGHT SUCCESS

Previously

…He knew Vance would be furious. He knew this wasn’t the end. He had struck a blow, a significant one, but the architect was still standing. The fight was far from over. As he disappeared into the labyrinth of back alleys, the first tendrils of true daylight began to paint the sky, a stark contrast to the darkness he had just emerged from. He was bruised, battered, and terrified, but he was alive. And he had made Vance see him. He had made him acknowledge the threat. The fragile success was the knowledge that he had finally, irrevocably, crossed the line from victim to adversary. The price of midnight success was steep, but he was beginning to understand its true value.