Blood and Boardrooms

Sable Ronin has been married to Ilya Morozov for six years. She signs his daylight documents, hosts his dinners, and sleeps very heavily. Then a routine blood panel comes back wrong, three markers over, and Sable — who used to run forensic toxicology — starts counting backwards through six years of nights. Her husband has been drinking from her while she sleeps. He calls it protection. He capped the draws. He paid her family's debts. He never asked. So Sable does what she does: she builds a case, with timestamps and vials and a chain of custody. Then she files it with a divorce attorney and an underground tribunal on the same afternoon. Four centuries of power, and Ilya never once thought to ask. He will, now. It is far too late.