Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL]
Rafe in a philosophical mood was often a prelude to a seismic shift.
“A king does not fear death,” Rafe continued, swirling the dark wine. “He fears irrelevance. He fears that his life’s work will be misinterpreted, or worse, diminished by the hands that come after.” He looked at Jay, his gaze piercing in the twilight. “You understand the architecture. You understand that power is not a pile of gold, but a self-sustaining system. You have no sentimental attachment to the old ways, only a ruthless appreciation for what works.”