Our kingdom was built on betrayal and blood.
Guilt is destroying me from the inside out.
I’m having visions of the man I killed—Igor Dolinsky.
I can’t tell Flynn.
He thinks we’ve put the past behind us.
But as the visions get more vivid, I start to think there’s something more to them.
It isn’t guilt.
There’s something wrong with me.
And while I’m unraveling, our empire is attacked on all fronts.
We’re being divided.
Conquered.
We’ve survived before.
We’ll survive again.
But only if we still have each other.