ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied
Then he looked past him, spotting Clement standing near the back, his brother’s face white with shock.
Phineas leaned down, his face inches from Byron’s. He offered a cold, beautiful smile—the kind of smile a reaper gives a soul before the harvest.
"Tell the streets what you saw tonight, Byron," Phineas whispered. "Tell them the era of my silence is over. Tell them the heir is awake."
He straightened his lapels and kept walking. He didn't look at Lucian’s sobbing rage or Aurelius’s calculating stare. He headed for the exit, for the cold night air, for the ruin he had built.