C18 The War Council

That sleep would have been shallow and restless, no sea of his own dreams but haunting audio loops of Vecchio's voice. When she suddenly heard a sharp knocking at her door just before dawn, Serena felt like she had not slept a wink. A guard was standing, immediately expressionless. "Mr. Moretti requires you," he added, "strategy room." Destination change did not escape her. Not in her suite