Chapter 15 The Hollow Throne
- Lucien Moretti lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.
- He told himself it was the wind that caused the tremble. Not the dread curling in his stomach. Not the whispers that had grown louder over the past few months—whispers of names he didn’t recognize, of men he thought loyal making new allegiances, of routes that had once been his now flowing into someone else’s hands.
- His kingdom was bleeding.