Blood and Rain
With a sudden, sharp splash, the water on the map turned a deep, bruised crimson, and the vision vanished, leaving only the stagnant, bleeding ink on the ancient vellum.
The Grand Hall was dead silent, save for the frantic pounding of the highland rain against the glass.
Rebecca’s chest heaved as she stared at the spot where a man had just been murdered. The corporate legal battle she had prepared for had just transformed into a literal slaughterhouse. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at the Sovereign, her brilliant eyes wide with a mixture of horror and fierce, protective outrage.
"Lucian," Rebecca whispered, her voice trembling but resolute as she gripped his arm, feeling the iron-ha
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