Chapter 39: Reclaim

The study was bathed in dim light as the glow from the desk lamp barely stretched beyond the surface of the polished mahogany desk. The place was filled with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint trace of gunpowder. To anyone, it would seem that he was in peace.

Yet right now, Valerian was restless.

He was seated in his leather chair with broad shoulders relaxed, and fingers tapping in an unhurried rhythm ...