Chapter 19
The Tyrant’s LairPhabian did not know if it was an honor or a death sentence to be invited for a meeting on the top floor; no one ever ventured to the top of the building without an invite, as the whole of the top floor was nicknamed the Valerius Lair.
Not that it was particularly private, as the head of the council constantly said his door was always open to visitors. Phabian expected a window and a very long drop offering spectacular views all the way down from this pinnacle of a skyscraper.
It was the sort of area that in the human world would have very large males guarding it: the type of male that would wear sunglasses 24/7 and own lots of handmade, expensive tailored suits (all of which he was in the process of growing out of).
As the elevator door opened, Phabian saw
