Kahn was right about one thing, though: I am a fugitive.After years on the run, I had developed something like a sixth sense — a premonition that screamed at me to get out when things were getting too hot....

I had to leave Tolosa immediately. Staying in that part of Gaul any longer was too dangerous. Kahn had connections, and his reach extended far inland, but I would be safe from him in the North.First, though, I needed...

Château Montjoie was a charming tower castle, tucked away behind tall pine trees, its pebbled driveway lined with luxurious vintage cars. Their wealthy, retired owners came daily for lunch.A carefully laid path led to the former castle greenhouses, now...

The door handle slowly turned as I rocked the chair back and forth, trying to shatter it and free myself. My first thought was that Alban had returned, but the person on the other side didn’t rush in. After...