I would let the empire burn, because the only thing worth saving was my soul.

But before the penance could begin, I had one last piece of business in the ruins of the old life.

Chapter 11 — A Sinner’s Penance

The return to Greenwich was nothing like my frantic exit.

I walked through the doors with the strange calm of a man at peace with his own verdict.

The house was a war zone of packed luxury luggage.

Delphine was in the foyer screaming at an assistant over the phone, and when she saw me she dropped it.