Chapter 250

CASSIAN

Keeping to the shadows, we found Vargas in the gardens with his wife, laughing loudly and holding a wine glass in his hand. “I hope he’s not drunk,” Lorenzo said. “Don’t want him to miss the night of his life.”

“We will get him sober,” I said quietly as I looked at him. He was a tall man, broad shoulders but had a belly that showed he hadn’t fought in a long time. Not that it mattered.