Chapter 194: Sis Pamela, it's me-Kelvin Yale!

The sun slipped behind the western ridge. The last trace of daylight was swallowed by the dark, and the moon rose, laying a gentle glow across the land. Lights bloomed across the parking terrace, illuminating the overlook and the lot. An ancient hall clung to the mountainside, lanterns blazing; half-veiled by mist, it seemed to flicker in and out of sight as moonlight spilled over its eaves. Dante Easton and his people still sat on the viewing deck, drinking tea, eyes fixed on the visitors below. "Looks...