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❝Deals made over wine always end in blood.❞—Sh. Rivera. The last thing I heard when Zayen stood, drawing his gun back into his pocket, was the sound of a body heating the ground and a sick, warm feeling of something cold against my hands—Blood. Zayen sat back down with eerie calm, adjusted his tie like he hadn’t just executed someone in cold blood, “Shall we continue now?” No one needed another warning. They all retracted their guns, slowly nodded, then took their seats.

Toby had done it. The sunset was replaced by a high-resolution scan of the birth certificate I’d found in the safe. Beside it appeared the DNA results Arthur Vance had decrypted—the undeniable proof of our shared bloodline. And then, the final blow: a series of audio recordings Laredo had made in the cabin. “Fear and desire are the same emotion... You’re the sacrifice your mother made for her vanity.” Laredo’s own voice filled the ballroom, cold, clinical, and monstrous. It wasn't the voice of a titan; it was the voice of a predator.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

The city woke up hungry. Hungry for scandal. Hungry for headlines. Hungry for a fall. By 7 a.m., every major news outlet was running the same story in different words: Arthur Voss in custody. Federal investigation intensifies. Historic land acquisition scandal resurfaces. Tiana watched it unfold on the television without really seeing it. Her mind was still on the papers spread across the dining table. Her father’s handwriting. The red ink. The initials. Proof that Arthur Voss had seen their suffering in black and white…

Magic snapped outward from her in a burst of gold and ice-blue light. The forest went silent. Then— Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Inevitable. Someone—or something—approached through the trees. Rowan pushed her behind him. Lucien bared his fangs. The footsteps stopped just beyond the moonlight. And a voice she had never heard, yet somehow recognized, echoed through the dark: “Axis…” Her blood ran cold. The world held its breath. And the figure stepped into view—