Chapter 4

The eastern pavilion of Silverclaw estate had always been my favorite sanctuary growing up. Now, it served as both my recovery room and war chamber.

Morning light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscope patterns across the smuggled Daggerfang financial ledgers spread before me.

Two weeks had passed since I'd collapsed at Adrian's feet, my body still healing from the trauma of losing a child I'd barely had time to acknowledge.

I traced my finger down a column of numbers, searching for the vulnerabilities I knew existed. Robert had always been meticulous about appearances but careless with details—a weakness…