The Sovereign’s POV
I poured myself a glass of brandy, deep crimson in color, viscous, thick and slow, like the thoughts uncoiling in my mind.
I stood on the edge of the marble balcony, cold wind curling around my legs like hungry ghosts. Below, the city glittered in artificial stars, stretching wide and defenseless beneath my gaze.
“San Francisco.” I murmured, tasting the word like prophecy on my tongue.
Soon, it would be mine. Not just by force, but by loyalty. By oath. By fear. The fractures in the bloodlines would spread until no one remembered Kael’s name, only mine.
Kael.
That hybrid whelp had never been fit to rule. He was a storm without eyes, a weapon with no master. All fire, no form. But thanks to Diana, I found his lightning rod.
I swirled the drink, savoring the smoky s
