The tension in Avernon City ratcheted up following the minor incident at Lucifer's school. To Alaric, there was no such thing as a "small problem." Every friction, every minor dispute, was a flashing red signal that the fortress surrounding his family had developed a breach.
That morning, Anna found Alaric standing in the mansion's sub-basement, which was undergoing a massive, frantic renovation. The screech of drills and the hum of heavy machinery nearly drowned out the sound of her footsteps.
"Alaric? What on earth are you doing to your wine cellar?" Anna asked, staring at the concrete walls being reinforced with titanium-steel plating.
Alaric turned, his eyes cold and shadowed by a lack of sleep. "This isn't a wine cellar anymore, Anna. This is the Sanctuary. A self-sustaining bunker. It has independent air filtration, a five-year food supply, and a fully equipped classroom with simulation technology."
Anna went still. "A classroom? For what?"
