Iris
After a long, revitalizing, and at times rather emotional vacation, we’re finally home in our apartment in Ordan. Despite the death of the she-wolf, I feel refreshed and excited to tackle the new year after our trip. In fact, even though we spent the day travelling, I’m just about to head to Marsiel to check on Alice and the children’s art program when Arthur’s phone rings.
“What can I do for you, Ezra?” Arthur answers.
“Sir,” Ezra’s voice crackles through the speaker, and the tone he’s using gives me pause. He sounds nervous, which isn’t like him. “Have you seen the news?”
Arthur and I exchange glances. We both made a point of not using phones or computers during our vacation. “No, I just got home,” he replies. “Why?”
“Silas Creed has officially announced his cand
