In the velvet-shrouded quiet of the Imperial Suite at RORO, Liam Livingston felt a sudden, electric jolt of adrenaline. The box sat heavy in his hands, but he held it as if it were crafted from gossamer and dreams. His breath hitched as he stared at the Ivory Chalices, their ancient, cream-colored surfaces catching the ambient neon light of the club, reflecting a history that pre-dated the rise of the Livingston Dynasty.
Ulysses Yates, Joanna Quinn, Henry Lowe, and Felix Cole stood in a semi-circle around him, their expressions a mixture of pride and profound relief. For eighteen months, they had guarded these treasures—relics recovered from a private auction in London—waiting for the day their true owner would return from the shadows of his exile.
"It was Henry and Felix who tracked the
