Blood and Betrayal
He looked disappointed.
“Toby,” Arthur said, not looking up. “You’ve always been a bit too impulsive for this kind of work. And Julian… I must say, surviving Silas is an impressive feat. I underestimated the London branch of the family.”
“Get away from the table, Arthur,” Toby said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration.
Arthur stood up, smoothing his suit jacket. He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw the man behind the mask. He wasn’t the kind, weary lawyer. He was the Architect of the Void.