POV: Asher Nightshade.
The sun dipped behind the modern, fortified walls of Raven’s Peak, casting long, golden strokes across Asher’s study. The room, usually a refuge of quiet determination, felt heavy tonight. Stacks of untouched reports and blueprints sat on the desk while a half-open file bore the weight of his company’s fate.
Ember’s soft breathing came from the nursery down the hall—her presence a gentle reminder of what they were fighting to protect.
Asher’s phone buzzed insistently on the desk. Glancing at the screen, his face fell as he pressed play on a new voicemail from an unknown number.
VOICEMAIL (muffled voice):
“Asher Nightshade, this is Calvin Rowe from Rowan & Finch Law. We’ve just received confirmation of the final filings—Nightshade Power Inc. is formally declaring
