The morning sun had climbed higher now, casting long shadows behind the tall stone buildings. Nathan, wearing Sebastian's familiar cloak, walked at a measured pace, his thoughts still drifting to Rose and Hugo, and the look she had given that man — a look that once belonged to him… to Sebastian. The plans that simmered beneath his calm was almost enough to mask the slight chill that ran down his spine as a hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder.
"Mr. Sebastian," a voice rasped behind him. "You forgettin' your own men now?"
Nathan turned sharply.
The man was large, with a stained brown coat, thinning hair slicked back with something that smelled like oil, and the unmistakable scent of rot and tobacco clinging to his breath. His face bore the signs of a rough life — broken nose, scar across the jaw, and one eye that squinted slightly more than the other.
