It was the last day of investigation already and things weren't looking good for us.
The investigation really hadn't revealed much and I was going blank, trying to determine what to do in order to achieve my goal.
Problem was that I had no idea.
I stood on a secluded balcony overlooking the central courtyard, the weight of our impending failure pressing down on me like a physical force. Tomorrow, we would depart the Southern Sea Sun Palace, leaving behind whatever secrets it held—including the Vampire Monarch I was increasingly certain lay somewhere beneath our feet, drawing power from the Red Sun to heal.
Without evidence, I couldn't convince even Magnus to take action. The diplomatic consequences of accusing the palace of harboring vampires without proof would be catastrophic.
"You look troubled, Arthur Nightingale."
