The thump at the door caused Victor to sneer, and the lamp flame to flare. He cursed under his breath at the intrusion as he snatched his cloak and threw it over his shoulders. They didn’t want him to reveal what he knew, they preferred ignorant slaves.<br/><br/>As Victor stepped toward the door, he passed near Abia and leaned in to whisper, “Remember, things are not what they appear.”<br/><br/>His frame hunched and his face contorted as he swung the door open, “Who dares to disturb my beauty sleep?”