The room was silent again after he stepped away from her. She was fast asleep, with the faint glow of the mark on her wrist hidden beneath the blanket, similar to before.
Nova leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving her, though his thoughts wandered elsewhere.
The Creed would come again and he knew they would keep on this way until they were gone from the planet for good. They would push their pawns further into the board. The masquerade would be only a part of that and one that he intended to use to tip the game completely; things needed to change.
He needed more than what he had now in order to do that and he knew that well, it was more than shadows and blades.
Something that would not betray him, that would not falter, something that would rise when he commanded it, similar to the way Levan followed his commands and evolved.
