Chapter Seven
“Azerius.”
The name echoed through the study like a phantom, the first word Dorian had spoken in the long moments since Gabriel had given his full report.
“We’re not sure if Duchanes is helping him or trying to mount a defense for his inevitable arrival,” Gabriel said now, “but either way, I saw the look in his eyes when admitted who was pulling the strings. I believed him, Dorian. Azerius wants out, and apparently, he’s got Viansa doing his dirty work. If he succeeds…”
Gabriel didn’t need to spell it out.
“How is this even possible?” Dorian asked.
“I’m not sure the ‘how’ matters so much as the ‘what the f**k are we going to do about it.’”
“We need to bring Rogozin in on this. Azerius is the patron saint of his organization. Well, whatever the demonic version of a patr
