Nathan's POV

　　The moon hangs low. Illuminating the tracks of the traitors- my brother Elliot and that serpent Ally- as they flee from my domain. Their betrayal cuts deeper than the winter's chill seeping into my bones.

　　In the confines of my study, I stand before the vast window, my hands clenched at my back, Lucas growling softly in the recesses of my mind. The heavy scent of old leather and ink swirls around me, an oppressive cloud bearing witness to my ...