CAELUM'S POVThe study is exactly what I would have expected from Vivienne. This dark wood paneling, the expensive art on the walls, that giant desk that oozed power. She walked through the place as if it was hers, which I guess, in every way that counted for much of anything, it was. Her dress was blood red, snatched back with violent precision by her hair, and when she looked at me, her smile revealed only teeth."Wine?" She picked up a crystal decanter and poured two glasses without giving me time to respond. "I'm glad you came, Caelum. Saves me the time from finding you again.”“Maybe I’m done running,” I said.She handed me a glass. I didn't drink. Neither did she. There we were, mother and son, a decade of violence and betrayal separating us.“Or perhaps you’re here to kill me.” Her voice was conversational, like we were talking about the weather. She approached the window, gazing down at the party below. “I’ve been curious to see which you I was going to get tonight. The dutifu
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