Chapter 12

The Southern Province was beautiful and broken. Valen and Corsica were port cities that had been neglected for decades — strategically important but chronically underfunded. Caspian had poured resources into the northern territories, where the glory was. The south was an afterthought. Which made it perfect. I arrived with nothing but Dominic's black card and the clothes on my back. Within a week, I had a headquarters — an abandoned lighthouse on the Corsican cliffs — and a staff of twelve,...