Chapter 36
“Rules are the shackles the weak forge to restrain the strong, but when the weak taste power, they become the cruelest masters of all.” — Unknown The ceiling of the farmhouse shattered in a shower of plaster and wood as the Inquisitors breached the roof, but they found only empty air. Cassius, carrying the weakened Chloe, and Valerius, moving with the fluid, terrifying grace of a true First Lineage elder, had already evaporated into the treeline. The laser sights painted nothing but the crimson pool left by the dead boy. They moved through the deep Virginia woods like twin gusts of winter wind. Even with his humanity heavily suppressed, Cassius felt a strange, ancient rhythm clicking back into place. For months, he had been a solitary beast, a feral dog biting at the dark. But moving
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