Silas POV
The jewelry store was just the start. I could tell Elena was still inside her own head, thinking about secrets and things I wasn't ready to talk about yet. I needed to change her focus. I needed her to understand that being a Blackwood wasn't just about surviving attacks or dealing with my crazy father. It was about power.
Instead of going back to the estate where Isabella was lurking like a bad smell, I told the driver to head to the city center.
"Where are we going now?" Elena asked, touching the diamond collar I had just locked around her neck. "Silas, I’m tired. I want to go home."
"Not yet," I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "You’ve seen the house, and you’ve seen the pack lands. But you haven't seen how we actually run this world. Welcome to Blackwood Industries."
