[VOLUME 11: THE ETERNAL CHASE][LIFE: #48][LOCATION: VANCE TOWER, PENTHOUSE]
The lightning storm outside was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside the penthouse of the Vance Tower.
A shadow coalesced in the center of the living room—a room larger than most houses, decorated in a style that could only be described as "Minimalist Gothic." Black marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rain-soaked city. A fireplace large enough to roast an ox (though it currently only burned a single, artisanal log).
The shadow solidified into a man.
Aldren Vance.
He stumbled out of the shadow realm and immediately checked his reflection in a passing mirror.
"Disaster," Aldren whispered, touching his hair. "Absolute disaster. The humidity in that alleyway was criminal."
He ripped off his bespoke Italian wool coat—the one he had argued with the Monk about—and threw it onto a white leather sofa.
