ISOLDE POV“Who are you,” he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous, “and why are you asking for Blackthorn Lane?”I just stared at him, swallowing hard. I couldn’t let him see how much I hated him. How much fear and anger churned in me.I forced myself to stand, forcing a smile that felt unnatural. My hand stretched out, tentative.“My name is… Isolde Callen,” I said, my voice steady even if my hands trembled. “I… uh.. thought we could.. ” I trailed off, swallowing again.He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even acknowledge my hand. Just stared at me with those cold, piercing eyes.“I asked,” he repeated, voice sharp as a blade, “who are you, what do you want in Ravenmoor, and why are you looking for Blackthorn Lane?”I swallowed hard, fumbling in my bag. My fingers found my business card, and I shoved it toward him. “I’m… an investor,” I said, trying to sound confident.He took the card, studied it, and raised a brow. “Novotek?”“Yeah… Novotek,” I said quickly.“Why would a tech company
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