CHAPTER ELEVEN My blood ran cold. I knew that ability. Authority of Dominion. In my previous life, it had belonged to Julius Everton. It was one of the abilities that made him terrifying after the apocalypse. He could force weaker creatures to obey him, suppress their instincts, and eventually control monsters that should have been impossible for a human to command. But he shouldn't have it yet. Not today. Not on the first day. Julius looked at his glowing hand with fascination. The Gold-Hoarder Golem remained motionless in front of him. Its enormous body was lowered, almost as if it were kneeling before its master. Julius laughed. "Aeron." I didn't respond. He turned toward me. "You look surprised." I tightened my grip around the Widow-Maker. "I am." "Good." His smile widened. "For once, I'm the one who knows something you don't." I stared at him. That wasn't entirely true. I knew more about the future than he could ever imagine. But the problem was that the