Chapter 57 The Unseen Blade

The silence of Blackwood Manor that night felt unnatural. Though the lights were warm and the halls quiet, something cold threaded through the air—like a warning wrapped in stillness. Damian sat in the drawing room, flipping through old family records, trying to understand what Vivienne might know that he didn’t. He had reviewed the ledgers a hundred times. Birth certificates, adoption records, even Edward Blackwood’s sealed correspondence. Nothing directly named Vivienne. And yet, she had emerged with weapons forged in shadow and memory—proofs that couldn’t be ignored.