Two days later, Valtherion drove me across New Haven.

We left the gleaming downtown district behind.

Passed through industrial zones.

Kept going until the buildings grew older, emptier.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Valtherion smiled. Said nothing.

He turned down a narrow street.

Abandoned warehouses lined both sides.

Broken windows. Graffiti-covered walls. The area looked forgotten.

Dead.

He stopped in front of a massive complex.

Five interconnected warehouse buildings.

Easily fifty thousand square feet.

My breath caught.

"Valtherion..."

He stepped out. Came around to open my door.

I climbed onto cracked pavement. Stared up at the buildings.

"It's yours," he said simply.

I turned to him. "What?"

"The entire...