The fluorescent lights of the examination room hummed, a low, persistent drone that buzzed against the raw edges of my nerves. Roman Kyodori didn’t move. He stood in the doorway like a statue carved from obsidian and bad intentions, his dark coat still damp from the city mist outside. He didn’t look like a man who owned a rescue German Shepherd; he looked like a man who owned the street the clinic sat on, the pavement beneath it, and the city council that approved the zoning.
Chapter 1 - The Bloodline of Pier 9The fluorescent lights of the examination room hummed, a low, persistent drone that buzzed against the raw edges of my nerves. Roman Kyodori didn’t move. He stood in the doorway like a statue carved from obsidian and bad intentions, his dark coat still damp from the city mist outside.