Thirty Years Of Lethal Lies

Summary

In all of the Harbor, everyone knew that Elena and I were a package deal—two souls bound by a single, knotted cord of fate.

Thirty years ago, during the Great Dock Riots, she took a blade to the spine for me. In return, I had a rusted rebar rod driven through my abdomen, pinning me to the concrete while the world burned around us. We crawled out of that pile of corpses together, and from the ashes of that night, we built the Iron Covenant.

For three decades, we had no children. She was my only kin, my only blood.