Chapter 77: The Glass Throne
The wind howled through the shattered window.
It carried the scent of the city and the faint metallic tang of blood. Victor stood by the jagged hole in the glass. He looked down at the street where Elder Silas had met his end.
"He bounced," Victor said without emotion.
He turned away from the view. He raised his hand toward the broken wall.
The concrete floor rippled. A slab of stone rose up and filled the gap in the glass. It sealed the room against the wind. The silence returned instantly.
I walked over to the desk. I picked up the phone receiver that was dangling off the hook.
"Security," a trembling voice said on the other end. "Elder Silas? We heard a scream. Is everything alright?"
I looked at Victor. He nodded.
"The Elder is indisposed," I said
