Proserpina

The flight touched down in a white world. It had been snowing all night and in the morning, the world outside my aircraft window appeared to be entirely draped in white. Tugging on my faux fur-lined gloves, I huddled into my heavy coat and stepped out after thanking the crew. Phillippe was beside me, his stance that of a fighter, wary and alert. As we descended the stairs carefully, I saw the man who had come to collect me.

Siek Toth.

Beston had given me the brief details before we embarked on our epic journey.

Toth was a warlord and an arms dealer in the East European region. And...