He went to the small, well stocked bar in the corner of his home office and poured himself a drink. The Chief Constable had just left after giving his report on the latest death. As if the Director needed to hear it. He knew who the young woman was. He’d chosen her name at random from a short list of those with brothers who bore the red tear of a potential Guardian. It made him sick that he had been forced to choose, but what could he do? What began as a simple plan to replace the Guardians with a force under his control had escalated into a nightmare. If it was left to him, they would have continued on with his original plan to destroy Lord Canaan through financial ruin and the censure of the Ruling Council. With the Nonveniae involved, however, the decision was no longer his. Salvador ad Primus, a man Maximillian had always considered a friend and confidant made that abundantly clear. He and Salvador met socially, years ago, and found they had much in common. They both believed in the superiority of the Race over humans and shared a disappointment with the Ruling Council’s satisfaction in the status quo.
