POV: Prospero

Twenty years of hiding ended the moment the Council members stepped onto my property.

I felt them approaching before they reached the cottage. Their power signatures were distinct, familiar in ways that made old wounds ache. Alpha Vincent Capulet I'd expected. The Supreme Court justice was predictable. But the third signature made my hands still over the herb garden I'd been tending.

Councilwoman Alecto. She who'd voted for my execution twenty years ago. Who'd benefited most ...