Vladimir sat in his lounge, the scent of blooming orchids filling the room from the windows that opened to his grand garden.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his very comfortable chair, his sharp eyes scanning the report that had just been delivered.
The news was both troubling and tantalizing. Solomon's men were now watching the farmer's market. That means, it had to be Ezra's hiding place and it had finally drawn Solomon's attention.
He stood, his towering frame casting a long shadow as he moved to the grand window. His thoughts spiraled with opportunity.
Solomon, despite his strength and cunning, was vulnerable. His obsession with Ezra Matten was weakening his position, spreading his resources too thin.
And now, the game was nearly at its end. The war that had raged in the shadows of First City was coming to its final phase.
He needed to act fast.
