Chapter 179

"I'm not going to be polite about it," Alban said. Dominic chuckled and gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder before turning to head out. There were two doors in that private room. The person Dominic had asked Alban to find was waiting behind the other one. Alban hadn't asked why. He only knew it had something to do with the Sowle family. Dominic stepped inside. Sitting there was a middle-aged woman with silver hair and a gaunt, hollowed-out face. When she saw Dominic, her eyes stayed blank for a long time, like she couldn't quite place reality. Finally, she muttered, seeming to no one in particular, "My son was just as handsome as you." Dominic gave her a gentle, polite smile. "Thank you. That's very kind of you." … Out on the terrace, Vespera was slumped over the table, half-supporting her head as she listened to her "legend" being retold for the tenth time. The gossip was dramatic, graphic, and disturbingly detailed. The recurring theme? That she had exceptional ski