Chapter 337

Alaric

The Zenith's panoramic view of Manhattan never failed to impress, even after countless visits. Golden hour had passed, leaving the skyline ablaze with artificial light against the darkening sky.

I spotted Julian at our usual corner table, already nursing what looked like his second scotch.

"You're late," he called as I approached. "I was about to send a search party."

I slid into the leathe