His little witch upstairs was completely unaware that her family was in the basement, but the area was used for other things than their prison. The basement walls and ceiling had been fortified and secured against both invasion and eavesdropping. Even more, there was an underground entrance through which they could come and go without being seen. The size of the grounds was what made the tunnel possible, because otherwise they’d have run into the same problem they had at Council headquarters: properties too close together, water and sewage lines, underground cables—all things they hadn’t had to worry about in the past, but now seemed to frame almost every waking minute. He wasn’t in a good mood. The fight with Luca had left him more drained than he liked; damn, that bastard could fight! It had been a long time since Sorin had been in a battle that came even close to testing his mettle; he’d enjoyed the exercise, but the suspicion that Luca had just been playing with him really pissed him off.
