chapter 87

As Maya and I navigated through the labyrinthine streets of a distant city, far from the reach of the Order's influence, I found myself reflecting on the legacy of my family. The Zaveris were more than just wealthy entrepreneurs; for generations, we had been revered as the premier producers of red wine in New York City. Our vineyards, nestled in the picturesque valleys of upstate New York, had flourished under the meticulous care of my ancestors.

But amidst the turmoil and revelations of recent days, I realized that my connection to the family legacy ran deeper than I had ever imagined. The vineyards weren't just a source of wealth—they were a testament to centuries of craftsmanship and tradition, a legacy that I now carried as both a burden and privilege.

Maya and I finally arrived at a secluded villa nestled among the rolling hills of Tuscany. Here, amidst the sun-drenched vineyards and fragrant olive groves, we found sanctuary. The villa, owned by a distant cousin who shared our di