After finishing his talks with Arsinoe and Brutus, Nathan made his way toward the upper levels of the Senate Castle. The corridors were dim and eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only settled over the city when even the guards had grown drowsy from the weight of the late hours. He had clearly lived through a long, animated night of scheming and discussion, yet Nathan thrived during these hours. Nighttime was his sanctuary—the only time he could move, act, and speak without feeling Caesar's spies breathing down his neck, shadowing his every gesture.
And tonight, as always, he had only one destination in mind: Elin's room.
The night before, circumstances had prevented him from carrying out her treatment. He had wanted to take Elin to continue her sessions with Ameriah, but Pandora and other distractions—had intervened. Tonight, however, Nathan was determined to see it through, no matter the hour. Even if it was already well past midnight, his resolve did not falter.
