"It’s a message, Lucas," Sebastian Draven said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His voice carried an air of triumph, a rare moment of satisfaction breaking through the brooding bitterness that usually cloaked him. "A message to Valen that his reign is crumbling, piece by piece."

Sebastian Draven, Valen’s older brother, sat in his luxurious penthouse, the city’s glittering skyline stretching before him. he's handsome with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a thin scar running from his left temple to just above his cheek, a reminder of past conflicts. His ash-gray eyes were cold and calculating, framed by thick, dark brows that gave...