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I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Which have aided them in their money laundering. Mr. Edward Blackwood, the current head of the family, was married to Violet Blackwood née Conner. Their marriage was not initially founded on love. When the Conner family found themselves in significant debt, the Blackwoods lent them a helping hand, leading to the arrangement of Violet's marriage to the Blackwood's eldest son. Edward and Violet Blackwood had three children who stood to inherit their father’s legacy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Sebastian Blackwood, was the golden boy of the family, the one everyone cherished. He maintained a spotless reputation, never getting his hands dirty as he delegated difficult tasks to oth

For the first few seconds, nothing suspicious happened in the clip, but then I saw someone walk into the driveway to my house, someone in a red hood. My heart flipped as I recognized that hood. “No.” I muttered, “This is not real.” “Yes it is, Anna. You know it yourself, it is him.” Mr. Blackwood said. I shook my head in denial. “I agree that hood belongs to him but his face is not shown, which means it can be anyone, there is no way he would do that.” “Alright, just keep watching.” He muttered.

"Right! If she joins us, we could learn a thing or two!" Robin looked at me, and his lips twitched. "You're good," he uttered and smiled. Hiding the joy of hearing his compliment, I smiled and said, "Your turn." He smirked and also pulled ten arrows. My eyes narrowed as soon as he released the arrows. They flew at fast speed with great accuracy, and with the strength he used, I'm afraid I'll lose. This scumbag has talent, I see. With a loud bang, all ten arrows hit the target board's bullseye and even made a hole in the board as all the arrows struck deeply. Robin's ten arrows even destroyed the one I used.

Because when Dominic Blackwood lets you in… you hold on. No matter how dark it gets.

“Ruby Vermillion is a nineteen-year-old woman raised in the Northerneast mountains. She is believed to be working for the King of Hezel to neutralize us with our plans to expand our territory.” I smirk. Interesting. “And? Ah, yes, by the way. Is she somehow involved by a man named Robyn?” “Yes, correct. She seems to be affiliated with Robyn Winchester. The Hooded Archer in Green of Hezel.” Now, that makes her even more interesting. Robyn Winchester. A sharpshooter. Tenacious with his bow and arrow. One-shot, one kill. A man who formulated a quick poison to immobilize us, Weres. I still remember the day when I crossed paths with him. So that’s why Ruby’s attacks seemed familiar.

Chapter 148: The Solitary Light The black ink of a mountain twilight spread across the Hudson Valley covering the sharp tree lines and hiding the curvy roads below. Up on the ridge the villa stood like an unblinking giant against the sky. There were no floodlights on the stone walls; no shining security lights showed its presence to the distant highway. To the rest of the state the mountain was a place—a blank spot on the digital map.

A young man got in a bowed before making his statement. "I'm pleased to inform you that yesterday's operation went well. Two men of Stone were murdered and the bag is in our possession." "That's great news. What about the Black moon?" He asked with interest. "He was nowhere to be found and that was to our advantage," he said the last part lowly. "I see, seems Black moon's becoming busy lately. What can he do? He's human too." Matteo added very excitedly. The man dropped a glass of wine before him and scurried out of the room, happy for being alive.

CHAPTER 12 — WHAT WAS TAKEN FROM ME Lyra’s POV Morning came quietly in Blackthorn. No alarms. No shouting. Just the low sound of wind brushing against stone and the distant rhythm of footsteps echoing through the halls. I lay awake long before the light reached my window, staring at the ceiling as if answers might be carved there. They weren’t. Sleep had been shallow all night, filled with half-dreams—silver light slipping through my fingers, a woman’s voice I still couldn’t fully remember, the feeling of being held down while something precious was pulled from my chest.