Weeks bled into one another, a blur of intense training, strategic consolidation, and the slow, inexorable turning of the great wheels of war and politics across the continent. Within the icy sanctuary of the Mystic Ice Sect, Alaric Steele's word was law, his power absolute.
He had spent considerable time solidifying his alliance with—and his personal control over—Sect Mistress Meng Yao. Their nights were a testament to her complete surrender, her Martial King aura flaring with newfound power fueled by their intimate exchanges. The Sect was, for all intents and purposes, now a vassal state of the Steele Family.
But there were loose ends. Unfinished business. A lesson that had been started but not yet concluded.
Kenneth.
And the three young noble heiresses who had once adored him.
