Chapter 44

• Chapter 44: The Roots of Power
• Adrian’s POV
• As I moved through the vineyard, with rows of vines extending in all directions before me, the aroma of freshly tilled soil permeated the air. The night before, a storm had rushed through, leaving pandemonium in its wake. A number of vines were lying broken, their tendrils breaking like delicate threads. Although the damage was not irreversible, it was sufficient to jeopardize the season's production.