The Weight of Tomorrow

The Bellanti estate did not sleep the night after the summit.

It listened.

Vera felt it as she moved through the corridors—an alertness in the walls, a tension in the air that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with anticipation. Power had shifted, and power always left echoes behind.

She stopped at the balcony overlooking the inner courtyard. Guards stood at their posts, sharper than usual. Somewhere in the distance, the sea whispered against the ...