Chapter 34 Marc Aemilius Lepidus, Filius, Nihil
- The praetorian guards were gone. The guests too—long gone.
- Only the ghosts of perfume and wine lingered in the air, drifting through the night like whispers.
- Faint laughter, fading music—echoes of the party that had turned to horror because of his uncle Drusus the Younger's poisoning.