A hundred years ago, I hung up my cape, tired of being Destiny’s puppet, playing my part in my country’s history, signing my name in blood and death. I sought sanctuary in the Bakirville National Opera, where I found peace, hiding in plain sight. Now, my peace is about to end. Two of our singers disappear in a month. Someone is hunting my people, and, sooner or later, I’ll have to show my fangs. |