Sabral Session 4 Chapter 1
Maria Stormweather Makes Her Move
The brawl at the Night Dancer had barely ended before Maria Stormweather de Fritz found her mark.
She dropped into the chair across from Caelum Cadere without invitation, boots thudding onto the table where noble slippers ought to have been. Her companion hovered behind her, a second Stormweather daughter whose disapproval radiated from every stiff fold of her posture. Caelum lifted his wine glass to his lips a beat too late, buying a mouthful of courage before he had to answer.
“Wasn’t that a show?” Maria Stormweather said.
“Quite the show.” He took another sip. His gaze flicked past her, searching the room for rescue that wasn’t coming.
Maria Stormweather leaned forward. “That flash across the floor. That was your magic.”
Caelum set the glass down carefully. “Part of the brothel’s mystique, I’d imagine.”
“Lighten up,” Maria Stormweather said. “There’s only one person who fits your description. You’re the Cadere.”
