Chapter 50 – Blood Doesn’t Lie
The Blackthorn estate had never felt colder.
As Adrian and Sophie stepped through its grand doors, the silence was not just physical—it was ancestral. The kind of silence that buried secrets into walls, into floorboards, into bloodlines. The chandeliers above them, once dazzling symbols of wealth and status, now seemed like dimmed sentinels mourning the decay of the Blackthorn legacy.
Adrian removed his coat slowly, letting his eyes wander the hall. Every shadow seemed to echo with his father's voice. Every creak reminded him of the hidden corridors and forbidden knowledge that shaped him into a weapon. The air itself tasted different—heavy with memories and unspoken truths.
Sophie watched him closely. She hadn't seen him this quiet since the rooftop. His
