Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

Cornelius had been naive enough to believe that his threat would deter Silvertongue—who was clearly too far gone to act rationally—and would come to regret his words for the rest of his life.

When the woman lunged, and his siblings lurched forward, he retreated towards his father, hoping to shield and shove him away. You've done enough, he snapped. Go. He would've never treated him like this before, but things had changed. He'd learned who Germanicus really was; he'd inherited blood on his hands and a skeleton in his closet in the blink of an eye.