CHAPTER 173

The air on the hill in Prague was cool, with a hint of rain coming. The wind moved through the tall grass, brushing against Lucifer’s legs like quiet warnings. He stood near the edge, alone, wearing a plain grey shirt and khaki shorts. Clothes that felt strange on him. It was the first time since he was a boy that he wore something so simple and soft. To fit in.

Because tonight, power meant not standing out. A frown formed on his face. He detested delay and yet here he was, waiting.

He adjusted the small communicator clipped beneath his collar, muttering, “Position stable.”

Giovanni’s voice crackled through...