Chapter 204 A Deal Too Good To Be True

The letter came wrapped in onyx-black parchment, the wax seal bearing no emblem. Just an X carved into the scarlet. Silas Rockwell turned it over once in his hand, then again, expression unreadable. He sat alone in his office, the lights low, casting long shadows across the spines of unread books and the untouched decanter of bourbon at his elbow. Rain tapped the window like impatient fingers.