The explosion hit the UN building at 3:47 PM, just as the afternoon session was reconvening.
I was in the delegates' lounge with Marcus and Elena, reviewing press coverage of the morning vote, when the windows exploded inward in a shower of glass and concrete.
The blast threw me across the room into a bank of vending machines. My enhanced hearing caught the sound of structural steel bending, emergency alarms shrieking, and underneath it all—screaming.
"Scarlett!" Alexander's voice cut through the chaos. He was already moving toward me, his Alpha instincts kicking in.
"I'm okay," I said, shaking glass out of my hair. "What the hell was that?"
"Bomb. Maybe multiple bombs." Marcus was at the window, looking down at the street thirty-eight floors below. "Jesus Christ. Look at this."
