Treason for the Throne

Nadia walked into the warehouse which reeked of cigarettes and booze. The hair at the nape of her neck stood at the familiar sneers that were thrown her way.

She was clothed in black from top to bottom. Her eyes had lost the sparkle in them. She was cautious. Her stance was wary and her eyes observing as she made her way further into the warehouse.

Bastian's men were everywhere. Nadia inhaled shar