“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” Domestica continued, her voice dripping with mockery. “I work for both a politician creating hybrids and an Order hell-bent on destroying them. You’d think one side would have offed me by now. But no—they need me too much. They’re far more alike than they care to admit.”
Aeon stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. This city—this country—was nothing like he had imagined. Intramuros, with its historic walls and cobblestone streets, had always seemed like a relic of the past. But now he saw it as a labyrinth of secrets, each darker and more twisted than the last.
“This city,” he murmured, half to himself. “What else is hiding here?”
Romulus stepped forward, his voice breaking through Aeon’s thoughts. “Enough. She’s coming with us.”
Aeon blinked, startl
