The study of Valerius's mansion was shrouded in low firelight, flames flickering in the grand hearth. Heavy curtains blocked the moonlight, leaving the room steeped in warmth and shadow. The air smelled faintly of aged leather and old wine.

Valerius stood by the window, though he did not open it. He stared into the darkness beyond, as though he could see the Dominion gathering in the distance, waiting to strike. Lucius lounged in a high-backed chair nearby, one leg draped lazily over the other, ...