A Blackwood Heiress Bows To No One

d with electric tension as I, Aurora Blackwood, stood poised to make the fateful pronouncement that wo

ooding my mind with the chilling memory of Caleb Vance's face – devoid of grief, almost relieved – the ver

mself to be manipulated into feeding critical intelligence to the Syndicate, which directly paved the way fo

fool who believed every insidious whisper from a viper like Lila, sacrific

t repeat the past, because today, here and now, a Blackwood Heiress would definitively