The InventorsCesare lay his head upon his sister’s shoulder for some time, then he sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. “I’ll allow our Inventor to attend this meeting. But only if I attend as well.”
Lance let out a sigh of relief.
Cesare abruptly stood, calling to his men.
They burst in, faces alarmed.
“Notify the Patriarchs we’ll meet with their Inventors today. The meeting room atop the Opera House will do.”
“But sir,” one said, “it’ll take time to get there. Not to mention gathering them.”
Cesare considered this. “Tell the Inventors we’ll meet for tea. But I have no way of knowing how long this meeting of theirs might take. Make sure dinner and rooms are ready if needed." He gave the man a weary smile. "You know what to do."
"Yes, sir." The men left, closing the door behind
