Ruby’s POV
The parchment trembled in my grip, the inked words burning into my mind.
"If I die, it will be by Manson’s hands."
The words felt like a dagger, slicing through the fragile trust I had built with Manson.
This had to be a lie. A forgery.
Didn’t it?
I forced myself to meet Levi’s golden eyes. He watched me carefully, gauging my reaction. "Tell me this isn’t fake."
Levi smirked. "Why would I lie?"
"Because you hate Manson," I snapped. "Because you want revenge."
He sighed. "Oh, Ruby. You think this is about revenge?" He shook his head. "This is about justice. About exposing the truth Manson has buried for years."
My heart pounded. "Explain."
Levi’s expression darkened. "Our father didn’t die in battle, Ruby. He was assassinated. And Manson made sure no one ever found out
